A Shot of Grinded Defiance

slow is the road to wisdom,
never bowing for the tyrant time;
but should his stark might,
crush this body of purpose and volition,
and ban it from the face of the earth, then
in a swarm of ashes nestling in dew,
as tears from the sun,
by thirsty tongues tasted,
it'll seed many daughters
where want is profuse
and agony
scalds.