Revolte
03-20-2010, 06:13 PM
(An old poem of mine, revised.)
In chains we kneel, to all we see
While fire burns in all our dreams,
In hopes we take, one step back
And pray our masters keep on track.
We cry for ourselves and to our friends
But do nothing to ease the lives of ten,
We scream for change, while standing still
As victory ponders “to whom is the will?”
Bodies rot from expensive wounds
While we just wish upon our moon,
For peace and justice, for love and kind
With each of our souls so bitter and blind.
Its not up to the masters, its all for the slaves
To take back this world that's angered and paved,
And the streets they weep, for us to soon find
That revolution's a dream, but acting's divine.
So stop all your worry and take to your feet
Brake system's grasp and travel all steep,
For when we awaken, as one and as all
It's then we can live, not large and not small.
In chains we kneel, to all we see
While fire burns in all our dreams,
In hopes we take, one step back
And pray our masters keep on track.
We cry for ourselves and to our friends
But do nothing to ease the lives of ten,
We scream for change, while standing still
As victory ponders “to whom is the will?”
Bodies rot from expensive wounds
While we just wish upon our moon,
For peace and justice, for love and kind
With each of our souls so bitter and blind.
Its not up to the masters, its all for the slaves
To take back this world that's angered and paved,
And the streets they weep, for us to soon find
That revolution's a dream, but acting's divine.
So stop all your worry and take to your feet
Brake system's grasp and travel all steep,
For when we awaken, as one and as all
It's then we can live, not large and not small.