Despite chill and April wind
and being soaked down to the skin
we stood out fighting for democracy;
a message sent to those in power
showing that we would not cower
nor give in to their cruel autocracy.
It’ll be a cold day in hell before we bend
or let some sorry puppet win,
we’ve worked too hard and know what it entails.
No rest until the stars align
and we’ve revoked all orders signed,
as we prepare to stand against gale
—knowing what it means if we should fail.
© G.B. 2025
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