The Villains (a poem)
He burned for itShe bled for itA girl killed for itThey’re leader suffered for it.
Two died and one lost his armAnother dreamed of what their world would become.
This hope was their driveIt’s what got them byThat one day the world would except themAnd all those alike.
Two went to prisonMany were lostThere were still many wins But at a great cost.
Another man, I don’t know what happenedSome say ...