Revolution

Fighting for its freedom,
Running through the mud,
Being a martyr for is cause--
Willing to give its blood.

Independence is so sweet--
Worth struggling for.
Something that is wanted by all,
Down to their very core.

It lay low in the grass,
Nearby, weapons boom.
As it charges it has a vision
Of the Epitaph on its tomb.

Honors are awarded to the winners
For their executions---
And bitter tears for those who lost
Their Independence Revolution.