Long road to freedom

Cannons crashing,

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.