Freedom Fighters

Another poem. A free-verse poem on the end.

Freedom Fighters
-Epilogue ErrSix

They were..

Men who sworned to be patriots;
They want to die, for the new age of our motherland.
The conqueror emphasized them as idiots;
Yet these men never gave up and tried to understand.

From different kinds of people they've met.
The humble, the meek, the lonely, the commoners they soar.
They think that it's good to follow the plan they set.
To die for their last, to achieve the freedom they're all waiting for.

Before they did their plan, a man came out;
He held a quill and started to write on the papyrus.
He distributed those pages without a doubt,
His poem told them that freedom, tomorrow, will be upon us.

Yes indeed, tomorrow is the day he promised;
They saw him shot, facing the east to see the sunrise.
He knelt and smiled for the last time and said,
"My motherland call, the bells toll, Freedom, rise!"

His blood scattered on his honorable motherland,
It started the revolution and struggle for new life.
And for the first time, the nation was unified;
And proved to them all that freedom is upon us.

Of the quill and the paper of this poet is the key;
And the sacrifices of the ones who are next to him, Will never be forgotten;
And those living patriots are also be called...
Freedom Fighters

Author's Note

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