Revolutiionary Theory
A looming portentous cloud
remains present, ever opaque.
Those attempting to see straight
through, can’t comprehend the
density clouding thought.
An abstract idea, a thunder storm,
an earthquake announces the ignorant
offenders judgment must
commence.
Colorful stories of equality
shade a silver lining around
a blackening future. Pensive,
just how to strike a quick blow.
A flash of light, an accurate
thrust of upheaval.
Life remains relatively calm,
with a chance of only a few
squalls.
Street level idioms replaced
by esoteric gibberish,
understood by the par takers,
perpetually reflecting on the
normalcy replaced by slavery.
Thunder clap…
News crews throwing slews of
elitist mentality, the extending
hand clinches into a fist, molding
the weak, shaping flimsy resolve
into sturdy, strong militants.
Ready to breathe the mist of
their action, to replace
retardant kindling with
accelerant acronyms.
A distraught mouth stapled
closed, holding the spineless
mind in position, held securely
by inaccurate euphemisms.
A gathering of acceptance,
towards a plight, a stronghold
gripped around an already
tightening windpipe.
A tempered, callous view of
the future, obliged to speak
loquaciously about precarious
positions of so many, while
he holds no struggle by the
strings of emotion, he clutches
only infamy.
Repeating, “if only, if only,
Freedom, equity, and justice
can never die upon wounded
ears pierced by thunderous
applause for the success of their
opulent pride.”
A mantra repeats, and recycles
itself, while every piece of flesh,
oppressed becomes his own
understanding, although remaining
incapable of living them out,
it’s just the unfair advantage
destiny maintains, apathy for
the insight of tragedy.
Repeating, “if only, if only
freedom, equity, and justice
could never die.”
Wielding wit, sarcasm, and
belligerence, revolution rains
down rants of change, and
upheaval if only to be part of
a stagnant struggle, a piece in
a ubiquitous puzzle.
Repeating, “if only, if only,
freedom, equity, and justice
would reflect themselves,
if only, if only.”
remains present, ever opaque.
Those attempting to see straight
through, can’t comprehend the
density clouding thought.
An abstract idea, a thunder storm,
an earthquake announces the ignorant
offenders judgment must
commence.
Colorful stories of equality
shade a silver lining around
a blackening future. Pensive,
just how to strike a quick blow.
A flash of light, an accurate
thrust of upheaval.
Life remains relatively calm,
with a chance of only a few
squalls.
Street level idioms replaced
by esoteric gibberish,
understood by the par takers,
perpetually reflecting on the
normalcy replaced by slavery.
Thunder clap…
News crews throwing slews of
elitist mentality, the extending
hand clinches into a fist, molding
the weak, shaping flimsy resolve
into sturdy, strong militants.
Ready to breathe the mist of
their action, to replace
retardant kindling with
accelerant acronyms.
A distraught mouth stapled
closed, holding the spineless
mind in position, held securely
by inaccurate euphemisms.
A gathering of acceptance,
towards a plight, a stronghold
gripped around an already
tightening windpipe.
A tempered, callous view of
the future, obliged to speak
loquaciously about precarious
positions of so many, while
he holds no struggle by the
strings of emotion, he clutches
only infamy.
Repeating, “if only, if only,
Freedom, equity, and justice
can never die upon wounded
ears pierced by thunderous
applause for the success of their
opulent pride.”
A mantra repeats, and recycles
itself, while every piece of flesh,
oppressed becomes his own
understanding, although remaining
incapable of living them out,
it’s just the unfair advantage
destiny maintains, apathy for
the insight of tragedy.
Repeating, “if only, if only
freedom, equity, and justice
could never die.”
Wielding wit, sarcasm, and
belligerence, revolution rains
down rants of change, and
upheaval if only to be part of
a stagnant struggle, a piece in
a ubiquitous puzzle.
Repeating, “if only, if only,
freedom, equity, and justice
would reflect themselves,
if only, if only.”
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