Revolution Poems
A friendly fire
by Lyle Thurston
A Friendly Fire
A modest home with embers sitting below a fresh set pyre is the scene where our events transpire. There they burn but are not a fire. Though the right mix of wood and air is all that they require.For wood and air and heat conspire. When together they consume entire.
At a table two men sit in that low hue one of forty three and one of thirty two. Whiskey bottles and a can of chew sets the atmosphere I transcribe to you. Of malice you would find no clue for they wore happy masks while their irritation grew. A friendly discussion within this place fans the flames of unbridled hate.
Freedom, peace and an independent mind is my values entirely defined. You talk of slavey, war and indoctrination with intellectual names beyond your station. Who are you to question a nation a labourer with a poor mans education. Surely you haven’t the faculty of interpretation to understand these ideals which you give such adulation. That is why I disagree spoke the man of forty three.
The embers just then caught anew light flame in the hearth flew. Radiant light added an ominous glow though little heat did it through. Feeble flames danced and withdrew across the wooden surface it slowly chew. The sense of comfort that a flame may bring isn’t true for all things does fire undo.
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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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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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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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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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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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