RESISTANCE

The cold winds blow.
Bringing the hollow to sight.
This is a fight to the death.
I will not hold back.
I will not duck my head.
I will stand up bold.
There is no final to this.
This is do or die.
And I will stand head strong.
Call out my name.
I will hang you high.
Your blood will boil cold.
For a final breath I will push forward.
I will not be deterred.
My hate will bury you.
This is the shredding of what you 
  asked for.
No more, no more, no more!
Resist, resist, resist, resist!
To the very end.
I will last.
Resistance is my aim, my mandate.


(Scott David Buckley-18/04/2012)