Baleful Men Will Come Again

If we let them
They will come again

Just as they did back then
Dark baleful men

Dressed in foreboding uniforms
Wearing sinister insignias

Carrying guns
Shooting bullets

Through the flesh
Malignant men

who think
hey can censure words

Put freedom to death
By burning books

Not knowing that fire
Makes the them stronger

And when they look up
They will see them

Gathering over head
In flocks so massive

They fill the entire sky
Like thick black ashes

And even then
They'll fail to understand

That the words
Are not flying away

But responding to a cry
As they descend upon their prey