These academies packed full

Ready to kill for the throne

In drone, gouging

At any voice of fist raised to piercing

State stands

In death of defense

The resistance falls in flock

For your ideal

Power feeds

Brokering the means

Of survival and

Liberty

When the soot falls down from the sky, and

From the sky and hope breaks lose

Are you numbed by the blade being pointed at you?

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