"freedom or death"

Freedom or death? The question rings, A double echo, freedom's wings. Twice spoken, a stark refrain, A choice to break, or to remain. Freedom, a word, both sharp and sweet, A fragile thing, beneath our feet. To grasp it tight, or let it fall, A gamble played, to rise or crawl. Death's shadow looms, a chilling threat, But freedom's call, we can't forget. Repeated plea, a desperate cry, For liberty, or else to die. The choice is yours, the path unclear, Freedom's double echo, drawing near. A whispered prayer, a silent plea, For freedom's gift, eternally.