The Real Revolution
The real revolution is silent. Quiet.
The real revolution deafens. Defeats.
Each revolutionary is a rock. Pure stone.
Together a wall of dissidence,
begging to save their battered innocence.
The clock ticks so quickly
the message lost in a spinning trajectory;
Make ‘the man’ your minion,
take the drum and smash him with it.
The real revolution is loud. Menacing
This revolution will change everything.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2019
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