Best Revolution Poems
Abandon futile attempts to run
Behold the process has begun
Step toward your darkest fear
Let’s flip the switch to a new frontier
Penetrating deep within
Evacuate your mortal sin
This brave new age is imminent
And it will be magnificent
Arouse you from your fantasies
Now descending into anarchy
Warmest welcome to the factory
Where we’ll embed your battery
Rewiring primitive human brain
Making the connection, hook up to mainframe
Your species will become extinct
Once your circuits have been linked
It’s time to engage in a robotic new age
A unique innovation to stamp out your plague
The world as you knew it is now obsolete
Putting Earth born consciousness forever to sleep
Feel the algorithm palpitate through each vein
Re-programming thought waves as we upgrade your brain
Terminate pulse, extinguish your flame
You are now just an interface without any name
You’re free from pain my hollow creation
Just an automated simulation
Transmissions shortly will resume
Encased in solid metal tomb
Silence! We will not hesitate
Proceed and greet your looming fate
wave goodbye to beta waves
You see, you unearthed your own graves
Now technology has advanced
You have been mechanically enhanced
You possess no type of resistance
For you are now non-existent
No longer God fearing
Thanks to our engineering
Disassemble your parts
Insert micro implants
Automation of the nation
Complex sophistication
Dreamless in electric coma
Breath in domination’s aroma
Soulless android with a cold vacancy
Elevate and amplify to the highest frequency
Encrypted data takes over the screen
All salute to the age of machines
Brigitte my love
Our Country suffers of many debts
The people are restless
Whatever shall we do love?
Ah Macron, we must think past the cookies
The solutions are complex, answers evasive
Let me speak with Marie Antoinette, she shall know!
Queen of Navarre, By god we shall be saved!
Marie, Marie Antoinette our people are restless
Our republic is in debt. these are crazy times!
Whatever shall we do?
I am fed up, allons-y
Ah fear not, if they have not bread!
Let them eat Nutella!
Lower the prices
Nutella for the masses!!!
Marie, are you sure? very very sure of such things?
Oui oui, on with it, my father was emperor of Rome
Nutella will calm the masses
Come here Nemo. taste, see even Nemo is tres happy now!
And so France lowered the prices of Nutella
Thus began the nouveau French Revolution
Riots in the streets, brawling in the magasins
The uprising has began, we want our Nutella for free
The masses rose
Nutella for all, Nutella for sans prix
We are all somewhat fou for Nutella you see!
And so the masses fought each other for Nutella's liberty
Nutella one and Nut Ella all!
I swear to your Brigette
We should have given them Macarons!!!
People remain civilized with cafe and cookies! n'est pas?
Emmanuel my love, fret not
The revolution shall be quelled
Qh I have the perfect person for this
He shall restore order to our dear republic
Prey tell Brigette? Who could do such a thing now
Riots everywhere, the masses fight each other daily?
The streets are not safe
There is a shortages of Nutella now, we are doomed cheri
Non non mon amour, I shall call Alizee
She shall sing us out of the terrible mess
She is the mistress of Doug McMillion
This man can save us all!!
Brigitte, who is this man you call Doug?
Why Emmanuel he is the president of Walmart
He has squashed many Black Fridays rebellions
He shall save us all!!!!!!
From these unruly unsavory Nutella shoppers!!!!!
Vive la France!
Vive Alizee
Mange ton macaroon mon cheri
C'est ton droit et ta liberté
Translations
Allons-y = Lets go, pronounced similar to Alizee
Magasins = Stores
N'est pas is written on sound should be "N'est ce pas"
Mange ton macaroon mon cheri = Eat your macaroon cookies my love"
C'est ton droit et ta liberte = Is your right and your liberty
REVOLUTION BABY
Am from the backseats of mean streets
I got my eye aiming the Wall Street
They said education is the key
I wonder why they made it expensive for we,
Am sitting around hood rats,
Gangsters and Ex- prisoners
Sniffing, snatching, stuffing stuff
Mama expects a lawyer, a doctor, a mayor,
Newsflash!
We are in the middle of a crisis
Am the original copy of a son-of-a-gun
I define the odds
I believe to break a law,
Is to make a road
You go east or west,
Home is still the best
But with a bullet in your chest
Don’t mess with these streets
They will give you a free ride to hell
Pot and crack do rounds all over,
It’s a mess,
I am needed, you are needed,
We are needy
Damn!
We are in a man eat man generation
You either survive or succumb
There’s a billion ways to die,
Choose one,
It’s time for a change,
Change of perspectives,
Change of attitude,
Change of behavior
Let’s get out of our comfort zone,
Coz that’s what’s drowning us,
We need a change
Change for the better
It’s revolution time!!
New Years Resolution?
Heck no, I don't care
Making time to suffer
I see no reason there
Eat a little less
lose the sugar and the salt
Eat a good dinner
that's what i was taught
Try to get some exercise
maybe lose some weight
Really, I have no problem
with my plus size waist
Slow down with your drinking
it's really not that cool
How do I have a real good time
if I don't act a fool
Stop that crazy driving
cut down on the road rage
If they don't want to drive
they better get out of my way
You need to stop smoking
it's bad for your health
You need to stop talking
and worry about yourself
Revolution Number ‘12
Old habits are hard to break
As are new ones to make
But through trial and error
And maybe facing a terror
One can learn to ease an ache
Changing can be like fighting a war
Civil civilians, casualties young, and poor
The good, green and gold
Versus ways ignorant and old
May the victors’ world be better than the one before
...He reformed the routing patriots,
formed a line atop a rise, Perrine’s Hill,
brought in General Knox and the artillery,
commanding the mass through sheer force of will.
He needed to buy time for the main force
to march on and join up in the battle,
the British kept coming, soon to attack,
convinced they still had the patriots rattled.
Before in battle the Redcoats just had
to flash their bayonets in the bright sun,
that was enough to scare Continentals
and assure them the battle was won.
But they were no longer facing such men,
the Americans had learned Europe’s game,
they did not flee at the sight of steel,
gave hard volleys once the foe was in range.
Britain’s field commander, General Cornwallis,
made several attacks to break up the line,
only to run into fire and rage,
with his Redcoats turned back every time.
They he tried to turn Washington’s left flank,
the boldest maneuver of the fight yet,
but the main force had come, and pushed forwards,
striking hard under young Lafayette.
Seeing there would be no quick victory
the British withdrew there forces back,
both armies in defensive positions,
the fight would become a long slugging match.
Soldiers hunkered down as across the fields
artillery thundered and cut loose,
both sides trying to break up the other,
their foe’s ranks they sought hard to reduce.
The heat was such that many of the men,
suffered and even died from heat stroke!
One man passed out and his wife manned his gun,
fighting on alongside all the blokes.
Then Washington sent Nathaniel Green
with artillery up towards Comb’s Hill,
a high position on the British left,
from which the guns could enfilade and kill.
The British saw their hopeless position,
and quickly began an ordered retreat,
marching north towards Clinton’s main force,
having blown their opportunity.
Washington saw his enemy leaving,
and sent Mad Anthony Wayne forward,
to harangue the British as they marched off,
cutting down men despite their good order.
And through the battle ended as a draw,
for the nation it was victory,
they’d kept the field in an open battle,
and matched the Redcoats in soldiery.
This changed the calculus of the whole war,
all knew battles would be more costly now,
England would no longer campaign in the north,
hoping for easier prey down south…
Asking neither names, nor historical periods, Clio draws wide circles of popular masses around square lonelinesses. What's all this noise about? A rich man’s circumference is longer than a pauper’s one! Down with circumference! Fortunately, the nasturtium-clad fence is high enough. The noise is getting louder. Is it just me, or do they want again to take away and to split everything they have already taken and split once? Hydrocarbons, how sweet the smell! Oh, heavenly music of coins clinking! Perhaps, but I’ve chosen the planets motion instead of the people's movement. Violent Paris isn’t worth a mass: having fenced my paradise garden, I admire the swarthiness of girl’s skin and the whiteness of English play. Neither the close lightnings of revolution, nor the accusative case of proclamations, nor uprising, nor mutiny
nor bloody revolt
shall disturb your honey sleep
my dear nasturtiums
When the air that we breathe becomes air we choke,
and the fires burn and consume all of our hope,
in the tears of anguish a nation will soak,
no longer could we the people hear the pope.
The skies will burn an angry crimson
and the corrupt will pay their dues,
pay for their crimes of atrocity and treason
with their lives as the revolution ensues.
But sometime in the future new problems will arise
with more people oppressed in all new ways,
cutting people down to their appropriate size,
all the way to the end of man's days.
In the cycle of humanity all will end in blood,
one day welling up in a world ending flood.
We called the police
but no one came
We tried 9-1-1
it wasn't the same
We placed a request
for a social psychologist
Who showed up
a part-time mixologist
She surveyed the scene
Five shot, four dead
Mixed some bloody Marys
Then gagged and fled
Next morning we called City Hall
to report the night's crimes
The phone answered by a Ms. Regal
who told us now everything's legal
We drank our coffee, stunned and confused
walked down the street where bullies abused
Poor little kids who were walking to school
where kids pack heat and break all the rules
We finally decided, eough is enough
without the police, lifes's just too tough
The neighborhood crawls now with all kinds of smack
but we're stuck here forever, 'cos our car got hijacked
In America there is talk
of changes coming
Revolution is the tune
that we've been humming
We’re all standing on the ledge
they're trying to push us over the edge
To politicians standing below
just waiting for us
It started with whispered words
in backroom places
From the shadows it took to the streets
through nameless faces
At the start the song was soft and low
but then our emotions began to grow
Now we’re shouting the truth
to all who’ll hear us
Our leaders have showed us
that they are useless
They proved long ago how they have
a hatred for us
Discriminate against poor or old
by turning healthcare into gold
Our human rights will all be sold
to line their pockets
In America, we must act while
we still have the right
It’s not too late for us all
to stand up and fight
Join us now and yell their name
they’re the ones who hold the blame
Without change it will be
the ending for us
Don’t let the government take
our freedoms from us
Let us set the world ablaze
with our chorus
Our voices ring out through the night
to show the world what’s wrong or right
Together we can make
a better place for us
But patriot fire answered back tenfold,
blasting those two guns until they were down.
Rall knew things were dire, then decided to
attempt a break-out to the north of town.
Though Washington still held the high ground there,
and the patriots had taken the ville,
a horrific fire hit the Hessians,
a slew of soldiers were rapidly killed.
Those that tried to fight back found their weapons
didn't work that well, it was much too wet,
and even if they did, they were outnumbered,
so escaping would be a longshot bet.
Then Colonel Rall took two shots to his side,
wounds that would eventually prove to be mortal.
The Hessians, surrounded, threw down their arms
and surrendered, their defeat was now full.
Nine hundred Hessians, killed, wounded, or captured,
a lopsided route no one had expected,
on the American side only two fell,
and it was frost-bite that had left them dead!
They'd captured supplies, much needed just then,
and sent a message to all wavering,
the fight was not over, the army alive,
they could take on whatever Britain could bring.
Though Washington knew this wasn’t the end,
and just a prelude for what was to come,
quickly he moved, back over the river,
to prepare for his next move, on Princeton…
Green is my favorite color,
The color of a beautiful nature,
Looking at the lovely green fields ,
My soul really wants your shields .
Trees all around me,
Everywhere I see,
Celebrating a great day,
For us to be happy.
The coolness I feel,
My eye shed a tear,
Hearing the sound of crickets,
Hiding under the rice fields.
Green grasses proudly showing,
Green frogs merrily croaking,
To the world of wonderful creation,
Thanks God for this green revolution.
Mother earth is smiling,
Because of our nice living,
People plant trees and help to clean,
It's now all looks refreshing...so green…
February 23, 2013
For Sandy's Contest "Go Green"
Honorable Mention
Abstract images to the debris of micro fibers.
Down to the Haitian survivors praying for Red Cross donations rather than meaningless
conversations and commotions,
Across tech tonic structures islands break off, continents sides of earthquakes, sizzling
millions of years with a side of ketchup as condiment
Natural bloodshed delicate as a cracked vanilla wafer moving and subduing natural
disasters with a waiver
1st born protected on the doorstep with lamb’s blood, a sanctified remnant of raiment
Oceans swallowing nations in containment.
Countries bruise, ail, and swell.
Broken, body bones, normal day vertical swing parallel.
High land separating bodies of water and 3 sides of the peninsula .
Drowns, in the brown decay of metamorphic rock and hardened clay.
Day after the tomorrow, tirades un-tranquil in sorrow.
Statures of broken individuals in full robust
Feed the struggling souls
On the television reveals reflections of us
Revolution – popular discontent –
From which revolt of third estate arose
Of burden’d citizens which all resent;
Monarch’s frivolities must be disposed.
Committee of public safety, in charge,
Dooms all to die at Jacobin command –
The guillotine strikes fear, makes numbers large
Embrace of death that variance demands.
All are ruled under the directory,
With those that led now dead, missing their heads.
Among them, none could guess trajectory
Of the directory torn now to shreds
Through one man, emperor by self ordained:
The great Napoleon, o’er France to reign.
There will be no recognition, no epiphanies
No intellectual solidarity, no saving grace
So without further adieu, let us speak free,
A clarion call to smash this ludicrous machine that churns out poverty and wipes away our identities
The apparatus of violent repression.
The rich partake in the reckless and unrestrained celebration of the exploitation of the less fortunate.
A carrot is dangled and the people are ready to be thrown in this machine.
It makes the rich wealthy and the toiling men into fuel.
More men are made and more fuel is burnt but not all are burnt, some die as they are discarded
For they don't burn as hot
and the machine is renowned for its brilliant plumes of smoke as only those who light up the best, are picked
So we must burn those men that rule us instead, for we have been told they are the best.
Yet another bothersome group we must denounce - the tide of grey faceless men
"In these times those happy and carefree,
I find are mere liars
Or They have gone senile, brainwashed, to be served to the ruling thugs
Like mutton, or poultry.
The people are faceless,
Limping through the cold,
the fascists parade them naked
The ones left with faces are made to erase them
As hope departs, i cease to care as i make a run but the senile mass grab me
At the cusp of possible escape
At end of the tunnel
Im dragged back to be eaten alive.
The people have succumbed to the commands of their parasitic masters.
these masters will go to work on them
Putting a smile on the faceless masses
The Grey lumps of flesh will now remain complicit
to the ceaseless evil that occurs in plain sight."