“How does it feel to be the one?”

The prophet said to him

“The one who will lead the people home

From the exile that they know”

“Whatever you mean by that I’m sure you must be drunk

To let your mind run wild, so wild,” said the man

But there were no more words to come

No line for him to punch

You could see it in his crystal ball

The fortune he spoke of

Was sanctioned from above

“Win their freedom”

How would you feel if it was you?

The prophet next in line

Would you go on faith and do what you were called to do

Or would you need to see some wine

To think the challenges we face today are not the very same

Does not depend on where you cross the aisle

But how you view the history that we have faced already

Why must we learn it each and every time?

No, I don’t need anyone

To tell me what must be done

We might not live in times of burning bushes

But to save our freedom

The fight goes on

No, we should not need anyone

To tell us what must be done

We live in times of burning towers falling to the ground, even now

The fight goes on

Don’t back down, the fight goes on