All they ask is you submit,
betray yourselves, accept their rule


without delay or loud protest.
Just step aside and let them seize


what they proclaim was always theirs,
the ones who can eradicate


So why that face? Just let them through.
Surrender soon so you can lose


- unless you sense they've got it wrong,
reject their terms, and stand your ground,

refuse to fall subordinate,
invoking all your sovereign rights

to raise your voices, conquer fright,
if you mean to last the night

to be the master of yourselves
and manifest your destinies.

Conquer © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: February 27, 2019