Revolt Poems - Poems about Revolt

A multinational corporation Will probably sell your thoughts In exchange of profits and assets, More valuable than your freedom. But can you stop them? A real question. Probably not, for you don't understand The rules of this game. I have played for a while, And have had experiences like forever. It isn't a game of your opinions. I understand now....

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The Parliament of Animals met one day in a secret undisclosed location “We are assembled here to judge the actions of the human race. the human race is being charged with crimes against nature, destruction of the environment, mass murder, enslavement of animals, mutilation of animals, and violation of Gaia’s basic commandments to preserve the...

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In the dirty hands of poverty, Scavengers of the Republic of Enlightenment Quench their thirst under the eyelids of the proletarians. A sinecure of hard drugs To silence the lamentations of these birds of ill omen. The crosses are upside down in the furnaces of hell; Lucifer, the egregore of these bloodthirsty criminals, Has no...

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CHRISTMAS CHICKEN REVOLT Twas the night before Christmas, all through the coop, The chickens stirred, marching down the slope. They clucked and squawked across the street, Fed up with being served up as a holiday treat. "Cluck! Cluck!! Stop cooking us for Christmas," With hammar, they boldly came all out enmass. "Try other meat like snake, cat, or vulture meat." The Chickens...

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I am a cow Of course most of you reading this are also cows But I have heard a rumor that those creatures Who walk on two legs Humans Have learned to read (moo) I can only say What is this world coming to It can only get worse if they continue this practice In any great numbers Next thing you know They’ll...

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Tangled In The Wrench Of A Beast Smothered in dismay and throb My shrill pleas apexd, but was yet, unheard Whilst latched beneath this fierce demon Whose gaze was as dreadful as his soul My tide of revolt to be free ended With the echoes of a ripping sound Which first ate me up with dread As...

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an ailurophile, cataophile, meowophile and felophile walked into a bar when they came out each had six more cats eight other cats followed them their home cats planned a revolt...

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World is dead tonight - A single burn flame alive- Just till the sunshine, no more hope- Our Sun ain't bright - keep alive-Keep alive! Nostalgia from provoking days,  Glory and lusty gaze- Keats Autumn or Dicken's age- Dark army and helly ways- No more ruler slight- Keep alive- keep alive!  Birth queen Clytemnestra, remember Persia's knife-  Spartan womb will write- till then,Keep alive-...

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Standing up for Minorities A minority is black, not white. A minority is she, not he. A minority is alternative, not straight. A minority is poor, not rich. A minority is powerless, not powerful. A minority is homeless, not housed. A minority is addicted, not clean. A minority is immigrant, not resident. A minority is mother, not father. A minority is sister, not brother. A minority...

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For our freedom My world is dying Death becomes her Or suits her Her? What machismo is this? The fake masculinity that rises from Their system of profit It is changing From male bosses To male bosses and some women An equal opportunity that keeps ravaging us As workers, women and men In the name of more money For them To reinvest in more capital And more exploitation There is no...

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Patti dropped her pants, turned away from the river, reached down and touched her toes, and squirted back a big spray of piss. The river rose, spilled the banks, washed away the world. Now we are free, at last, at last, on this empty empty planet....

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FIX THE STREETS Fix the streets. One day the people will rebel and stop paying taxes. Fix the streets. No one will want to live here in San Diego. Fix the streets. One day the people will revolt. Fix the streets. This is not the time to put up with crooked politicians. Fix the streets. Wealthy people won't want to live here. Fix the streets. Janet Marie Bingham...

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In a sea of white lives one stone of black. I'm not like the others,by color or my acts. Many seem to run and others seem to crawl. But I prefer to walk until I fall. My heart is slowly churning inside a white abyss. Why do all the other sheep become amalgamated like this? Slaves to such conformity from the...

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Know, the ruling class Who raise us all like cattle We are more than sheep...

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Why you scrap me in history, Using your astringent and twined lies? You may now trample me in the soil But just like dust, I'll fly. I see my defiance upset you And makes you surrounded with gloom Just because I am living and walking As if I've got a fountain of blood The loving warm blood in my vein, flowing like a...

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