Through sickle glass I see
Free bird cut down o’er crescent moon
The hangman’s noose slung low and ‘round
The poles of souls who fought against
Tyranny of thought
Tyranny of thought
For country once, better men fought
And turned fields freedom’s red
Free men died free
Free men died free
Time and shrouded minds forgot
Now dark trees bend o’er hallowed ground
To hide from view truth in noble past
And make strange – to some - the cause
