The Time Is Now

With you, with me, and they we see I draw my sword, refuse to flee They come, they come, and fall to bleed Slaves of fear, and oppressions greed Why not the faith of that tiny seed Spring comes, and flowers as it shows its light The stalwart warriors against the night By ones and twos, exponential growth Sentient awareness of the truth Not to think, or face that venal tide Abject fear, cringing as they hide Where be that warrior with the heart For whom death is preferred ere they play a part Damn you, to them, don’t you bow your head For when you do you’re as good as dead The future starts here on this day When you see the children, what can you say