Anna

I walk the streets of unrest

Leading the mob of the oppressed

As we burn the citadels of tyrants

And fill the corrupt with crushing dread

 

There is no violence in my psyche

Not one drop of blood will I shed

But I will make the unholy suffer

And give the honest his bread

 

The more they try to persecute

The stronger shall I become

The more they oppress our cause

The swifter shall be retribution

 

They may imprison me for eternity

But they cannot enslave my thought

Like wildfire will my ideas spread

As we reclaim what we cherished and sought

Reviews

[TTBoy28]

Martyr and champion of peace and what is to be good. "Anna" even spelled backwards is the same name. Good Job!