Revolution begins
with a single ripple.
A teardrop in an ocean.
Cried because the world
has become toxic,
and the toxins
are making us hate
all that we should be loving.
Slowly the ripple spreads.
People feel that lingering dread.
The fingers pointing at your head,
in fearful gun symbolism.
They want you to stop thinking.
Execute any thoughts
before the injustice sinks in.
Revolution starts
with a broken heart
tearing the sky apart,
in despair at their loss.
No one seems to count the cost,
and they notice not,
that the stars are fizzing out,
and the moon
is looking down on us
her face cross.
Our words could reach out,
but the ears of the governing courts
don't want to listen to what we have to say.
So instead, we have to shout.
They pray that we
fall victim to the games they play.
Manipulation, gaslighting, outright lying.
Narcissistic abuses of power.
Revolution begins
with the swiftest flick of a pen.
A switched-on mic,
not the switchblade swing of a knife,
nor an eye for an eye or a life for a life.
Revolution begins when people
see the fakeness of their smiles,
the hate in their eyes
and stop falling for
their wicked vicious lies.
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