Poems for a revolutionary

Revelation of rebellion.

The end is near.

Can you heed the call?

You gonna pray to a god, well, he watched us all fall.

When shit hits the fan, the bodies can no longer crawl.

Will you believe me when I say,

He watched us all fall?

She’s so benevolent and shy

The way she toed the line.

Our screams ring like melodies

She used to keep time.

We’re instruments at her ball.

She’ll dance as she watches us all fall.

Don’t you understand?

There is no helping hand.

Simple claps to the tune of war

Chuckles at the sight of gore.

If you can’t take anymore,

Then surrender.

I’ve Surrendered before.

before the war began,

Before the revel of man.

Before the boots march on.

Before the daughters and sons were gone.

What? You can always join the band

To play as they watch us all fall.

This is not a warning, you’ve been given too many

This is a promise of the nation's “already written ending”.

You can pray if you wish but I would be remised

If I didn’t tell you this-

Your “god” doesn’t exist.

Even if it did.

It still sways to the beat of your suffering.

They like it too much- the sounds of us giving up.

The end is here.

Will you get down and pray?

I say fuck it all

Cause even if there’s an answer

He still watched us all fall.

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War on the playground

There’s a leader out there

At the top of the slide.

They all giggle and follow commands

As the teachers watch from the side.

Take pencils and make them sharp to be used to gouge out eyes

Brave little shoulders, march and keep time.

The world is your ouster

Don't you don’t care for the taste.

So, toss it back into the servers face.

There is no consequence at the end of the day,

Just a long nap that awaits.

“You there, pull her! Don't let her escape!”

The teacher still watches,

They claim it was fate.

“you there! Rip up his skin!”

We do as we’re told

While the leader just grins.

Good little shoulders, continue to march in time.

Then teach it to the future kids

In forms of nursery rhymes.

This is how it’s been, and you’ll die if you wish it otherwise,

So,

Get back in line and march to keep time.

Kids can be cruel, but adults are crueler.

They stood back and watched as shoulders turned to demons.

They held their tongue as the cycles kept repeating.

The lights say on, and the demons are fed but when the world ends

They'll be the first ones dead-

Betrayed by the little soldiers they were far too happy to neglect.

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Thank you for reading these poems I wrote, I hope the words didn’t shake you too much. I wrote them in hopes that people would finally start to see that the world’s demise isn’t the fault of the government, shadow people, or even aliens but US. We watch the chaos on screens and discuss it in length but the only change we make seems to be with our allies that we pass every day. There is a common enemy and we could beat it, but we have to put down the petty bullshit to succeed. A WAR CAN NOT BE WON IF YOU DON’T LIKE WHO YOU’RE FIGHT ALONG SIDE OF! FOR ONCE CAN WE SEE THE BIGGER PICTURE AND STAY FOCUSED UNTIL OUR FUTURES ARE FINALLY SECURE. We can’t keep living like this. We could have peace on earth if we stop trying to race our fellow “man” you are not the 1%, yet you play their game as if you don’t see that it’s rigged. STOP PLAYING THE GAME! THAT’S HOW 99 WIN.