Pity those who oppress,
But make sure the only place they take their knee is at your feet.
Not on your neck. Never on your neck.
Because they will if you let them.
Pity their limited capacity,
But never underestimate the threat of their envious ignorance.
So become legion.
Become a forest that overwhelms the desert of their hearts.
Take your knee before lifting a mace.
That's how you grow the spirit of liberty.
For the lost innocent souls,
To come into you: unity.
Revolt of the meek
Does not cooperate,
Does not vacate,
Does not placate the whims of injustice.
It strikes in silence
And stands fast with peace,
That is the tidal wave of our retribution.