Free writting fun
Where upon the earth they sat
With bloody boots and empty hearts
They had no land to call their own
For war had torn them from their beds
When their king had died
A new empire formed
Once proud soldiers
Now new slaves
Branded with white iron
Blistered marks under eyes
No way to hide their shame or tears
Rebel, rebel, rebellion they think
Blood crying out for freedom
Crack goes the whip
Snap goes their chains
Pick and shovel, hand and ax
The bleeding time comes again
Free writting can be fun. I like it when stuff like this comes out of my head.
With bloody boots and empty hearts
They had no land to call their own
For war had torn them from their beds
When their king had died
A new empire formed
Once proud soldiers
Now new slaves
Branded with white iron
Blistered marks under eyes
No way to hide their shame or tears
Rebel, rebel, rebellion they think
Blood crying out for freedom
Crack goes the whip
Snap goes their chains
Pick and shovel, hand and ax
The bleeding time comes again
Free writting can be fun. I like it when stuff like this comes out of my head.