Not Impossible

It's a simple concept I'd like to inquire;
of the strongest force that man does require.
What moves the mountains and crumples towns-
what stirs whispers into thundering sounds?

Tyrants heels crush followers underfoot-
masters don't stop until it's covered in soot.
Blood like rain fills the streets end to end
parent against child, friend against friend.

What God has given to us, let not man fail-
it's bigger than a man and it breaks the scale.
Sadly, it can't pierce a blindfold with any trace
you'll know when you lose it like losing your face.

No power but God can strip it from men
but we give it up without dispute, and then
arises slavery, arises again serfdom,
and dream time is over- you dropped freedom.

Were freedom a dollar, would you let it slip?
If it were worth ten, would you not flip?
Our liberty is priceless, so where's the rage
upon seeing it being destroyed on every page?

It's a simple idea- we were made to choose
the path we desire, be us wise or fools.
Tell the oppressors that it is what we crave;
There's power in freedom; liberty to the grave!