The Revolution of Light
I have heard of revolutions before—
the American, the French,
the Xinhai in China,
the flames of 1848
that swept across Europe.
Yet I tell you this truth:
none were final,
none were complete,
for the greatest is yet to come—
the Revolution of Light.
Power fears it.
Empire mocks it.
But darkness trembles
whenever the common soul awakens.
For if light is stronger than shadow,
then the thrones of tyrants
are already cracking.
We walk through corridors of sorrow—
wars without end,
poverty designed by policy,
racism dressed as order,
and an Earth wounded
for the profit of a few.
Still, a flame survives—
a fire rulers cannot extinguish.
The same force that created us
will not abandon us.
We are draped in different skins,
we kneel with different tongues,
but the spirit of man
is carved from the same essence,
bound to a single destiny.
Children of Europe, Asia, Africa—
why do we bow to those
who thrive on our divisions?
The Earth has enough for all,
yet the banquet of life
is guarded by thieves.
Love—
the force kings cannot legislate,
the one law beyond empire—
is the true measure
of harmony and peace.
Ask yourself:
when we fight, when we kill,
who profits from the ruins?
Not you, not I—
but those who feed on fear,
who thrive in chaos,
who drink from our despair
like wine.
Their news is a weapon,
their lies a crown,
their order a theater of misery.
But when the people rise,
when sheep remember
they outnumber the wolves,
when brotherhood and sisterhood
become our banners,
then shadows collapse—
and the false shepherds fall.
Yes, the world is beautiful,
but beauty has been chained,
a paradise made into prison
by the greed of the few.
Still, I say to you,
as one soul to another:
you and I are the light.
Together we must fight
the imposed darkness.
Together—
we must ignite
the Revolution of Light.
Copyright ©
Chanda Katonga
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