A Volley of Arrows

A volley of arrows pierce my body,
As I bleed among the millions.
Who will stand amidst us,
We the wounded and the weary?

Who will rise and fight,
Against the villain, and the slander?
Who will ascend above us?
Against our hateful, greedy masters.

Shall I be the one of the many?
Or will I Endure here alone?
Will I let this volley hold me,
And leave my honor empty
and unsown?

Let the rains wash away my blood.
And sun dry my tears.
For a volley of arrows,
May hurt me now.
But my virtue will last me years.

So pull the fletching through my skin
And the arrow through the bone
For I will stand for the many
And my honor will be known.

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