Remember the Fifteen-Hundred

When Fifteen-Hundred
Decide, Together,
to Die --
you Know
there is Something Wrong with the World;
you Know
you are Living a Lie....

Can you Imagine the Fear,
the Despair,
that they Felt?
Or Fathom the Tears their Families Wept?

This wasn't them Giving Up,
it was them Trying to Fight!
A Cry of Help for their People,
a Shout with all of their Might!

They Struck with the Only Weapon
Remaining
in their Empty Hand:
the most Precious Gift given
to every Woman and Man.

In Hopes of Kindling Flame,
they threw their Sparks
on the Pyre.
If our Kind is to be Saved,
Pray it Burns higher --
Higher!

May it Sear through our Fears,
and leave our Complacency in Ashes.
Let it Flare,
and Burn with the Heat
of Seven-Billion matches!

And as We Lead the Charge --
that Fire Blazing from our Eyes --
let "Remember the Fifteen-Hundred!"
be One of our Battle-Cries.

Like the Spartans of Legend
they were Stalwart and True,
and the Reason
their Lives were Given
includes Me and includes You.

Those who Enslaved them
are our Masters as well,
and, Given enough Time, our Lives
will be Just as Much Hell.

A Species Entire,
with Greed Ending its Life....

Can't you See the Signs?
Can't you Hear the Cries?

The Hour of Action
is Upon Us --

It is Time to Arise!