FREE TO DIE

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FREE TO DIE

What makes the world turn upside down,
The unexpected has its way;
Uneasy rests the ruler's crown
With turmoil crowding every day.

The surge for human liberty
Is pounding even savage lands;
They know not true democracy,
But still their blood spills on the sands.

The rabble rousers seek their gain,
Unhappy people they inflame;
It is the poor who pay with pain,
While leaders play a crafty game.

Till education is wide spread,
And all will learn to read and write;
They'll be a mob without a head,
Condemned to shift from blight to blight.

But still the ferments rise and fall
With death and torture as their goad;
Democracy has made its call,
That soon will tyranny erode.

Sol the Sage

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