There is a strength within us that will not bend, though men may slur and take our rights away, fight out against the wrong dear friend.
Our liberties they take and rend, they thought our will would brake but nay, there is a strength within us that will not bend.
Brace against the bile they send, and keep their insidious claws at bay, fight out against the wrong dear friend.
Brave men would choose not to defend, what we hold out for βtill end of day, there is a strength within us that will not bend.
Parasites and cronies steal and spend, while innocents all fall as prey, fight out against the wrong dear friend.
When light burns pale unto itβs dying end, we shall stand against the dark and say: There is a strength within us that will not bend, fight out against the wrong dear friend.
The Villanelle one of my favourite forms of poetry