Bradley were you the one,

To free us from bondage,

And spark a revolution?

In this age of corporate slavery

Have we truly paid you homage?

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Why are the true heroes facing the cold?

Julian, unfree to roam,

Bradley dying slowly in a hole.

For what?!

The unthinkable crime:

Challenging the status quo.

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Bradley my friend,

Although in solitary confinement,

You are among the greatest company of men

Thoreau said it best,

Prison, the place of honour under an unjust government.

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But to sit idly by,

Suffering such a precious soul to die,

Would make justice truly blind;

A canker on a nation, decaying with time.

Let us not wait to reverse the tide,

It is now for Fort Leavenworth to be occupied.

~ I.R.S