Revolution's Contusion
For revolution will scream and call
Guns and blades for all
Watch the power fall
The people stand tall
Dancing at destruction’s grand ball
Order and balance a thing of the past
Now we're all in last
Sailing towards hope with a broken mast
Our skewed course
Speeds up with every corpse
Disorder and Destruction
Arrive each on death’s black horse
With blood and tears
Dried up over years
The soil and sands become coarse
A reminder of past revolutions
And failed solutions
Of propaganda and blind delusions
Lies bleed from every contusion
Order is gone it’s not that hard to see
The consequences of anarchy
Looting and shooting
Rolling through the streets, it’s the undertaker’s cart
When did start
Revolution often sour and bitter never sweet nor tart
Normal life as we know it has come to end
In desperate times our lives we send
Hoping they can sew and mend
Sadly we rode death’s trend
Your mind they started to twist and bend
Now your life has come to and end
Everything you did in vain
Nothing was worth the pain
The lied and stole your brain
But you decided to ride
Blindly along with their stride
Their corrupted laws you chose to abide
Your lack of precision
Led to your fateful decision
Killed at the hope of a promising vision
That delivered nothing
You hear fate’s bell ring
The songs of lies, manipulated, the cheated, and wasted life you ever sing
Copyright © Sandy Axe | Year Posted 2020
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