The people started marching
they came from everywhere
Armed with words of freedom
revolution in the air
They joined in every corner
across their precious land
They all agreed the time had come
they had to take a stand
The country was divided
and teetered on the edge
Of losing its democracy
betraying its own pledge
It used to be a beacon
an oasis in the sand
Desired by so many
its shores a freedom land
But tyranny had taken hold
at stake, democracy
People knew intangibles
never came for free
And so from many, there was one
it was the day and hour
They came to show the watching world
the people have the power
The taxi speeds down the highway
zig zagging to miss the potholes.
It slows as a horse and cart crosses,
followed by the owner's dog.
On the other carriageway people wait
hoping someone will give them a lift.
An old Cadillac smokes its way down the road.
In the town, buildings are like well-worn pairs of shoes –
they fit, still function but have seen better days.
But the people are well nourished, clothed and clean.
Smiles of genuine happiness are all around.
This is a country which lives to a different pulse -
Ché its heartbeat,
Fidel its lifeblood.
People are living the revolution where others have failed –
common wellbeing before personal gain,
society’s hallmark is equality and colour-blindness.
Educated and cultured, enjoyment is beyond the material.
Musical rhythms set the daily pace.
There is a determination to live and succeed despite hardship.
But is it only hardship when seen through Western eyes?
The freedom of spirit is to be admired.
But what does the future hold?
The greatest challenge is yet to come –
influx of other peoples from not so far away.
¡Cubana!
__________
If the President is Lawless, SO IS EVERYONE ELSE!
Go steal that £ucking yacht!
Florida Governor outlaws Rainbow Sidewalks. W.T.F.!
Johnny get your gun
Red-Coats in D.C. - NO VOTES
BLEED FOR LIBERTY
The revolutionary
The revolution germinated in my womb,
The tenderness and care never negotiated.
The external pressures never an obstacle,
The birth of the world’s most beautiful era bloomed.
Came the dawn of surprises after a storm,
The ship swayed hither to thither.
The fight and insurrection had already begun,
The world’s most beautiful and the strongest life was born.
The trunk was burned and she just witnessed,
Holding the hands of the needy and the swayed.
Detached yet focused, marching to the goal,
With slogans and spirits high she bore in her heart.
Sheltered was she, but the discontent seeped out,
In an urge to reach the pinnacle of the dream,
Reminders and warnings kept she to herself,
To be the spectator and observer of her own play.
Sandhya T.P.
Paradoxical revolution
Enough of this, I have been standing still far too long
I shall become revolutionary, not murmur descent
For fine-tuned ears, no, I will scream my hatred to
the ruling elite with a megaphone, cultured dancers
Delight, amaze, waving a wand like I'm a magician, and
wish for the capitalists to sink under the sand
I shall spare no one, least of all the friendly billionaire
the only wealthy man whose flaws are open
For you to discover, he is a poet of the heart, and his businesses are a sideline while waiting for the magic
of words
I shall demand that Facebook and X must stop selling
Smut, they will be closed down
Get me right, an equal society must become unequal
for the sake of the common good.
Since it already exists
Why does Mr. Macron resist
Simply recognize France’s Palestinian revolution
Forget the ‘two-state Middle East solution’
Every revolution ever
Devised by the most clever
From the rot, they sever
And souls naive
Of anew, believe
Assuming it not too far gone
To rectify all that’s wrong
They must be ready to stand up, then
For combat in the villain’s den
And although it is not as mighty
The sword decides who holds the pen
Yet history provides a warning
And the idealist may end up mourning
For those without a Machiavellian trait
Are warriors destined for a tragic fate
As it seems that thoroughly good men
Will never be esteemed as great
Those who gain control may revise the theme
Drifting ever further from the dream
Men of puerile mind
To knives are blind
And that vision once so fabled
Destroyed by some, we many enabled
On reflection, it makes the morose sigh
When they hear that brave man’s cry
“We serve neither King nor Kaiser”
Acting as a battle galvaniser
Due to the fact that ‘ad finem’
There’s superficial change achieved since then
And all of us are none the wiser
Inspired by the USPS "19th Amendment: Women vote"
forever stamp (2020)
They stamped her face–
like that could contain her fire.
Purple, white, and gold–
not colors, but warning,
wrapped around a marching soul.
She didn't walk,
she moved like thunder–
every step cracking silence,
every breath remembering
the women who weren't allowed to speak.
They called her too loud.
Too much.
Too wild.
But she was never meant to be quiet.
She was never made to blow.
She wasn't built to fold.
She was built to ignite.
I may have written this for a band to sing,
or maybe I just wrote it for me.
Maybe it’s for the kids in dirty Vans,
or those reppin’ spiked Converse hi tops.
To the ones sipping ten dollar lemonades
in the merch line? This is for you.
This is your anthem.
Indoctrinated, you know the lifestyle is law.
Be kind, be generous, and always go hard.
For the kids with patches and liberty spikes
who mind the pit and the fallen?
To the ones sipping ten dollar lemonades
in the merch line? This is for you.
This is your anthem.
Spiked with music you hear the fine print,
no need for drugs that hard edge just hits.
False flags can’t hang when a guitar shreds,
it branded the rules right on to our hands.
To the others sipping ten dollar lemonades
in the merch line?
This is for me and this is for you.
You know what to do.
This is our anthem.
I really would like to sit down and drink a beer with a cigarette
All I want is to choose for myself
But we can't do this and we can't do that
I think they're really trying to steal all our fun
They call this England, I call it a surveillance state prison.
Where the drunk drinks yet damns drugs
he claims another benefit
the bankers are lying
they're going to bring the country down
People are dying for these profiteering wars.
A mother lost another son, we're lied to buy our government
The houses are up, the jobs are low
The poor man takes another blow
Another revolution is about to come and go!
Just for one night my friends
roll the dice
come on play the game
Side by side we should stand
My friends, we will sing
Our lips burn like swords drawing
blood out at the break of a dawn.
Coughing poison droplets in the
fabric the time has spun.
There goes our youth forever;
There goes our thoughts-
all ends at nothing,
and nothing ends at all.
Praying lords to resuscitate
their kingdoms where we reside,
summon back the innocence of a child,
leaving behind something worth living for.
Seasons
the Earth's rotations
the Earth's revolution
Seasons
the full moon
the half and crest moon
the moon's revolution.
Industrial revolution
man's achievement
Industrial revolution
Earth's doom
Industrial revolution
Man's demise
Man's gain, Oxygen's loss
Environment's loss
Carbon's gain
Green House gases
Ozone's nemesis.
(Written on the 20th of March, 2015)
Flash floods, prolonged droughts
Ozone's nemesis
Excessive heat, extreme cold
Ozone's nemesis.
Every tree felling
Is Oxygen's loss
Is Carbon's gain
Ozone layer depletion
Humanity losing out
In the end game.
Listen to the thunder of waves
As it heralds the change of tides
It comes day or night, no fixed time
Watch out for the lightning that raves
As it does not choose any side
It strikes like a broken rhyme
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