Freedom's Battlecry

The wrath of the sun shone heavy and hard.
The rider progressed while the land charred.
Distant moon of many passing song,
woke him to the time, right and the wrong.
A feather floating in memory, a day gone by,
of things not shone by stars in the sky.
They made a solemn promise, the only one they kept,
to take the land away, ignoring those who wept.
Now bravery and strength make this war go on;
bloodshed at night and burials at dawn.
Revenge and savagery oh, such a waste,
not one thought other than contempt or hate.
Now the rider grows weary, but he continues on,
riding through the night and hiding at dawn.
He hates the fighting of the jealous men,
he can't even remember how it all came to begin.
Today he will quit, stop this war!
Seen killed, dealt killing, he won't have anymore.
So ride on rider, soon it will end.
Your name is forever, your word will descend.
So many battles, so many fears, so many gone forever,
so many tears.
But, the winds of change strike the strike.
The sun shines high, glorious and grand.
And the moon rises, and the stars glow.
History will always remember...
Brave Geronimo.