Call the men and arm the guns,

 For a revolution has just begun.

A secession has taken place,

Yet it is in the spot behind my face.

I let you in and you ruled my mind

With an iron fist, and a solid bind.

The people are tired, starving, and cold,

And it is time for a change of mold. 

Exile the old and in with the new,

Just as the kings of old used to do.

A lonely battle cry and the war is on,

But the old regime is not easily gone.

Sleepless nights and absences

Are a product of expelled commanders and slain lieutenants.

An outward downward spiral is made,

Yet the people are of a hearty grade.

On a battlefield of broken dreams

A light pierces through the seams.

A single flower from a lifeless land.

I will never forget what we had.