Beware would be activists of the forces you put to your axe.
  Like the tip of an iceberg, their great heft can remain unseen.
  These machinations have no appreciation for hacks.
  Even lawful men have much to fear from their vision keen.
  The unlucky must contend with a 13 stringed marionette.
  Whose deadly snare targets all free men.
  Probing at the six lines in every hearts quartet.
  The song it plays is fell indeed.

  Moments of silence won't bring this man back.
  But we can rally as our thoughts are often not thought alone. [0]
  We can repel the forces who's wishes for the public domain is to sack.
  We can refuse to reap for us what others have sewn.
  Don't falter at the sight of a martyers fall.
  There is always work to be done with one less hand at the helm.
  Stand up and shout, silence strangles us all!
  Strangled, by this intellectual miasma that seeks to  consume our world with hell.

  And though this life has been bought,
  full speed ahead! Eight knots!

[0]: In the interest of honesty, I don't feel like I'm doing enough.