Stand Up

This was the one poem I had to bring back!

Why must it be as it is
It seems to me
We are having to fight
For the rights
Which are supposed to be
Guaranteed by our
Wonderful government
Our so-called Democracy

Or am I
The only one
Who can see
The precious freedoms
Which we hold near
Are being taken away
Little by little
Day by day

If the masses
Can see it too
I know what
We must do
We must stand up
Start a revolution
Take back that
Which is guaranteed
In our Constitution

I'm not talking about
With guns,
With War,
Or with fighting,
I'm talking about
With protests
With petitions
And with writing

I fear if we don't
Tomorrow will be full of sorrow
For we will no longer
Have the precious freedoms
Which we should hold dear