When Liberty,
Both fickle and stoic,
Masculine and feminine,
Tired and unfailing,
Ceases to exist—
Like a candle, lit precariously,
Tottering on the aged wood
Of its birthplace,
Its foundation,
Its backbone,
Its platform for change—
Revolution rises.
Bold-faced, blunt,
******, beautiful.
A fist pumping in the silent air,
As all heads turn
And, as one,
Blow out their Liberty.
All for none.
None for all.