Revolution Poems
The International
by Eugène Pottier
Arise ye workers from your slumbers
Arise ye prisoners of want
For reason in revolt now thunders
And at last ends the age of cant.
Away with all your superstitions
Servile masses arise, arise
We'll change henceforth the old tradition
And spurn the dust to win the prize.
So comrades, come rally
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The Voice of my People
by Graham Ereks
They are the Sons of Anarchy, ambassadors of corruption -- they are leopards!
Our State is now like a haunted house where one sleeps with eyes open; the fear of the unknown being the source of wisdom.
Our leaders are the bloodthirsty draculas,
Preying on innocent victims now and then;
We are bloodbathed by the so-called politicians, the promise-and-fail species with their sugar-coated tongues!
Election time is near and the Dracula has suddenly repented of pride, transmuting himself into an Angel, Humble;
Many a man has been deceived but how can I allow myself to be redeceived after all these years?
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REBELLION
by Acuda Derick
In the heart of every soul,
There lies a fire that fiercely glows.
A yearning to break free from the mold,
To challenge authority and uphold.
Rebellion, it's a force to reckon,
A flame that can never be tamed.
It sparks a revolution,
And brings about a great solution.
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A Disheartened Community
by Graham Ereks
We are a disheartened community
Renowned for futility and dearth,
Where egalitarianism is but a fiction.
Our dreams are petered out;
Our future jettisoned, for what
Is our future in a stateless state?
Our government is but an embodiment
Of corruption; a cabal of swindlers,
Who get richer and richer, while
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Bespoken for Hounds
by Quinn Smorenburg
Soft whimpers hide in lips sealed.
Downcast; downtrodden.
Hounds often slip fields of
sight cast: laws past.
Falling asks spite fast.
Put down; crushed order;
Duty splints ego-slaughter.
Hounds reach; nothing more.
Mould settles, tainting core.
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Bespoken for Hounds
by Quinn Smorenburg
Soft whimpers hide in lips sealed.
Downcast; downtrodden.
Hounds often slip fields of
sight cast: laws past.
Falling asks spite fast.
Put down; crushed order;
Duty splints ego-slaughter.
Hounds reach; nothing more.
Mould settles, tainting core.
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A Revolution Against Racism In America Right Now
by Hébert Logerie
Stop talking about revolution, revolution
It's like winning the lottery, the ‘election’
When a real revolution is on the move
Nobody, nobody can stop it.
Stop, stop, quit, and quit being hypocrite it
When a real revolution is on the move
Nobody can stop it. Election
Will never be synonymous with selection.
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REBELLION
by Acuda Derick
In the heart of every soul,
There lies a fire that fiercely glows.
A yearning to break free from the mold,
To challenge authority and uphold.
Rebellion, it's a force to reckon,
A flame that can never be tamed.
It sparks a revolution,
And brings about a great solution.
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Training day
by Francis Shipp
Don’t ever claim that you are unbothered
By this world created from forefathers
Our shared forbearance now has tipped over
Pray rise, prepare to fight for damned closure
Go forth, grab your neighbors, it’s time to start
The combat training for the weak of heart
Bring all who are able to see facade
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the ABCs of a revolution (No. 6)
by Francis Shipp
Amateur associates amass along adjudicated
battlefields, brandishing boldened bayonets and
ceremoniously ceasing cessation of contentedness.
Directors dispatch the distinguished duty:
“Erase the entire entitled empire!”
Fire falls ferociously upon fiefs of feudal foes,
guilds of gilded ghosts greedily grasp to the
hollow hope of “humanity’s” harmony.
Inept intellectuals irregularly interject as
judge, jury, and justifiers, jovially joining
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