If we must die, let it not be like Rats

Lied to and packaged in an ignoble gift

While behind Old Glory prey the vampire bats

Creating capital as we’re pushed off cliffs.

If we must die, O let us nobly die

So that our melodies roar is not silenced

And Freedom Fighters that instinctively lie

Shall sing along to our soulful defiance!

My peeps! we must remove the constructed veil

Outnumbered no more, battered fists must pump

And deal a killer blow when their words assail!

Are we to be afraid if our bodies become slumped?

Like warriors we won’t drop to media’s attacks

Pressed to the screen dying but fighting back.

from do not hold doors