World History
One struggles neath the ever bearing hand of tyranny
One rises up in revolution, wanting to be free
One gives his life a soldier so the rest might live in peace
One celebrates in freedom as they cheer throughout streets
One starts his life from little but is free to make his way
One has more than his father at the closing of the day
One worked for very little yet expected everything
One sold his vote to get it without ever wondering
One sat in idle apathy as tyrants raised their hand
One wonders how it all went wrong and doesn’t understand
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