This Man of Revolution

here lays a man upon a table, restrained by  leather, constricted by fate, and doomed by his words

words that held true meaning to all who heard them, words that spoke no lies

words that called all to action, as all would stand aside

all had heard, all had agreed but none spoke of it loudly

so on this day, the one who stood

and called

and raised his voice loudly

shall now be silenced

and all can watch and see

and all can feel the wrongs, the rights, and wonder in their ways

and all now see what happens to those who stand in front of power

smote by tyranny

and all then realize

if all do not stand proudly and yell for what is just

then we all will die slowly, like metal turned to rust

and all now agreed

our fate need not be in someone else’s hand

too late for this one man