Long road to freedom
Lead is lashing,
Passing the soon-dead
Knowing death looms above each head.
Silent flitting like a bird,
or a shadow of black among a herd.
Choosing a man whose time is done
and drags him away from his gun.
The rebels fighting tooth and nail
making sure their cause does not fail.
Mere tools and knives against the guns
Each man not stopping until he's dead .
No matter how many may fall dead.
All in the name of a just cause.