The wind of change is upon us!

Know all men by these presents,
Sang, has the heart that sings,
The song has been sang, by the heart that sings,
Time is upon us…

We must convene the brethren code,
We must all honor the call for we have been summoned.

For the world is well rid of justice, fairness, equality and love,
We live in the age when man offers desire as justification for his crimes in order to accomplish his selfish ends!

Better were the days when the mercy of the seas of the life we sail in came not from the weight of coin in our pockets but from the sweat of a man’s brow and the strength of his back alone, you all know this to be true mates.

Oppression and servitude speak of twined destinies but should they ever join us to desperation and dictate our course? Nay I say.

Leaders charm the masses with promises of a better tomorrow, of a fatter drop of water in the desert,
Yet, within they are imprisoned in greed and corruption!

Words spoken through prison bars lose their charm, to them I say,
Free thy hearts of such virtues and your words shall have life within us, only then, but not a condition less.

Fellow youth, whose young and pure blood floweth through your veins,
Heed to the devotion, to the duty bound unto us,
Tomorrow is forever an eternity, an eternity yet death lures us still, and the sunset of our lives creeps!

Shall we, then, have an accord, brethren?

Prepare every heart that still beats for a better now,
Ferry souls that thirst for what we belief in; for a better world,
Convene a gathering that hath never been seen in our lifetime.

Come, come, give ear to my breathe, to the words I speak,
The world will be looking upon us to lead, brethren.
And what will the world see?
Free men and freedom, freedom from free men yet they call us young.
And what will the enemy see?
Flashes of our canines, they will hear the ring of our swords and they will know what we can do, WE WANT OUR NOW THIS VERY NOW!
And we shall claim back days when the sweat of a man’s brow and the strength of his back alone and the courage of his heart graded his days and added quality to his life.
Hoist the colors for the wind is on our side, that’s all we need, the wind of change, brethren.
Free the sails this now.

Aye! Aye captain.

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  1. Titus22 January 2012 at 07:54

    Inspired by The Pirates of the Caribbean, The Word's End!

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