Revolt
Revolt in a see of blood oh mourner and cast your voice away, the regime will shoot at you
today and corpses will roll. Protest in constant pain oh mourner and toss your body to
the wolves, the regime will fire missiles and the masses will explode. The fires will
spread like cancer and the regime will turn it's heels, fore the masses fight for freedom
and their mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters will be killed. Revolt against the
murderers and let true justice be your shield.
- How dare there exist a being who would drop bombs on innocent protesters and send armed
forces to shoot down mourners at a funeral.
Where is the human spirit hiding in these darkened times? The true spirit of what it
means to be alive.
Copyright © Michael Benkhen | Year Posted 2011
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