Earlier I thought on Supremacy
Dictatorship absolute
Were we all slaves under man’s thumb
Stripped of will

Where we once spake opinions
We would stand mute
While right after right was stolen
By dictator and lackey

Where once many stood, praising God
In choirs beautiful
In rows and columns, bound by chains stand the masses
More dead than alive

However an anomaly appears, a blip on the radar
A light in the darkness
One man rebels, fights the slavery, finds freedom
One grows

Soon thousands rebel , changing the tide
Fighting the dictator
Though the originator may die fighting
His legacy carries on