I will not bow to cowards
I do not know you
But I know from where
Your voice emanates
I am not born from the fearful
I seek not a quiet end
I seek only what little life
Allowed to me by the greater
Find me on the bow
Of great ships
I care not where they go
Just that panic makes the journey cheaper
I care not the direction the wind blows
But I care of those that hold my leash
Not meant to suffer a short life of fear
I never intended to escape this planet alive
Let those with qualms stay in gilded cages
I will join those that hold purpose
Greater men before me
Have pointed to the hills I will die on
I am the problem
Not the solution sought
To hold the truth to heart
That all should be free
I have yet to wrong another
In faith by word or deed
Holding open hands to all
But those that play the master
No call for violence
Just circumspection and good deed
Written on our hearts is the truth
And we will save even the bad seeds
We fail in each endeavor
Time and time again
But even the carrion crows have feathers
To fly to a better end
Some pillars must be toppled
If you wish to not be subjugated
To stop holding the halls of man
To the standard of false gods
Paradox 