The Rebelion

Freedom, freedom

The once desolate cry for

A pill of sanity be rested on multitudes

And the why`s be disquiet.

The hope, faith, and humility of

An empath with a rich soul

The cry of whole found wings to ascend

And explore the petition of each man, Patriotism.

Mahatma; "hate the sin, love the sinner"

Those were essence to abide by in whole-heartedness

Prior to the pebbles in our veins,

The pain we knit in closets for

The selfishness of our modern Hitler's

Our hearts leap to embrace

The whole in proactive toil

We fight as of Sampson for a

Rebellion India