We Must Ride

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An Ode to the Hour of Resolve

The hour grows near, the line is drawn,
No idle hands, no waiting dawn.
No saviors ride, no heroes stand—
We are the shield, the heart, the hand.

Powerless? Never. We are the tide,
The storm, the fire, the voice, the guide.
They count on fear to still our breath,
But silence now is chains and death.

Rise, not later—now, in daylight!
Stand as one or fade away.
No ruler, tyrant, crown, nor throne
Can own the will that’s ours alone.

For freedom's not a gift they give,
It’s something fought for, willed to live.
Not in whispers, not in pleas,
But in the march of destiny.

If you breathe, if you stand,
If you call these battered lands
A place worth saving, worthy of a fight,
Then drop it all—step into light.

Rally forth, pen prosed steeled sought,
If you deny your duty to others you lost.
There is one way out, time grows short.
Find yourself now, or find the eternal dark.

Stand unbroken, hearts alight—freedom lives in your outstretched hand

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