"I shall not yield" she gasped aloud
As crimson streaks ran down her face
"Who then, shall avenge them now?"
"If I should fall in this place?"

Her opponent circled, draped in black
Who scoffed at her address
"Thy flame burns thinner with each attack."
"Come, let me put thy light to rest."

From one knee she rose, true and tall
To let all who witnessed attest
That no knight of Golden thrall
Would succumb as easily as the rest

The golden knight gripped her glaive
As her opponent lunged with hate
He roared "To the sun, you're but a slave."
Thrusting forth his twisted stave

And in that instant, the duel was set
Her weapon clean through his chest
"May the sun shine brightly on you yet."
"Now sleep in golden rest."

Oppression is the mask worn by those who fear
By those who push authority onto the destitute and downtrodden
Squeezing its fist to the point that no life can survive

Oppression is a sword made of paper and rifles made of sand
It is the lies that are told to justify asphyxiating the defenseless
And it is born from the arrogance that no consequences will follow

It is the shovels and bulldozers used to bury the truth
The concrete poured to fill the holes and poison the water
Designed to drown out the cries for salvation

Oppression reflects those who wield it
And though the axe forgets
The tree shall always remember