Dare Devils

I drop to my bruised knees,

begging to be set free, on my own.

I want to fly to with the eagles,

the ones with the eyes of a tiger. 

Stripes and shapes hidden in my true self,

Covered in the blood of sacrifice, kills and tires.

Thine self, punished,

body exposed.

For its to be the one, wrung of its heart, and may be said,

its head.

I only ran for the life I can no longer call mine,

by my act their hate was fed. 

The pureness.

Fulfilled and taken for granted.

The rose, which thorns were pierced in my swollen body,

is now fruitful and its seeds will be planted.

I will fight, I will go down, I will fight.

The is the time we have planned.

This is their final night.

Cross you heart and hope to die,

for death is better than a slave, 

swishing past the whips,

praying to the god for to us survive. 

We come together, hands in hands, 

bodies filled in,

guns raised,

prayers sent.

We take back what they stole,

the bodies are rotted,

but our hearts are what went.

And now we march through the night,

ready for this fight.

All though its been said,

final fight, last night,

the thoughts lost when we see the lights.

Oh yes, the men with the guns,

took our lands,

the demons are in sight.

Turn the cheek doesn't count,

not when they release the hounds.

The yelling is short but loud.

This is us,

there hate is shared 

and the killer in us is found.

We take it all,

our love,

our people,

their whips and weapons, 

We take back our town.

We can bare these devils,

because we are the new dare devils.