Jen
I'm a third kid,
But I don't care,
The governments sick,
But when we'll be free,
But until then, it's not fair,
Yet, the Population Police can't hurt me.
I have a chat room,
That's where all of us hang out,
That gives me something to do,
But hiding makes me angry,
It makes me want to scream,
The password is: Free,
Freedom is the key.
I can't believe it,
I met a boy,
Right next door,
He's a third child too,
Luke is his name,
But we had fun,
Even though I talked him,
When he came.
I'm starting a rally,
A protest against them,
I told Luke about it,
He said it was dangerous,
But it's for us!
The Rally is in April,
I'm so excited,
This will defiantly fulfill,
My heart is lightened,
I want Luke to come,
But he said, "No,"
He should still go.
We'll defeat our foe,
I hope,
Carlos is my Lieutenant,
But honestly I don't know,
How it will go,
We're taking a car,
There will be a lot of us,
So there will be a fuss.
'Give me liberty, or give me death.'
That has a nice ring,
I read it in a book somewhere,
I'll yell that at the rally thing,
Luke still won't come,
But I'm not quitting now,
Not after all I've done.
Tonight's the night!
I snuck over to Luke's,
Just to see if he'd come,
He said, "No,"
Still, it could be fun,
Trying to be optimistic,
But still deep inside,
I feel sick.
The ride was long,
After some time,
There is was, about dawn,
There was the capital,
With the sunrise.
"Freedom!" we cry,
Saying it loud,
So that everyone,
In the assembled crowd,
Can hear us loud and clear,
And know, we have no fear.
But as the first bullet shot,
I did have fear,
Fear I'd be caught,
But I scream my liberty cry,
Afraid to die.
I felt a sharp pain in my side,
My face twisted in pain,
The blood I can not hide,
I tripped and fell,
And ther I lie,
In the street:
I DIE.
Little more tragic, but tell how u like it!