Revolution Poem by Richard D Remler

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"The Tyrant is dead at last! " they shout.
And fire their guns into the air.
In celebration, they parade about
Their battle-scarred and bloodied square.

"Though long and fierce, the battle is won.
And we've tales to tell our youngest son.
We are the strong, the brave. We are now free.
We have fought the fight for liberty! "

"The Tyrant is dead. His blood is spilled! "
They meet as victors, face to face.
Yet, though he is dead. Though he be killed,
Who now shall take the Tyrant's place?


Copyright © MMXI Richard D. Remler