The revolution begins
Theres a terrible cost
All I have are rocks
Not even rocks
Stones
But I also carry a much
More lethal weapon
A mind
An Idea
Thoughts of a better life
Things you cant touch
Bullets wont stop them
Tanks wont crush them
Propaganda only insights me
To think harder
To think more radically
So I cast these stones
To show my hate
To let you know
In whose mind
The ideas lie
And you'll shoot me up
After it doesnt matter
Because the seed has been planted
And your war machine wont touch it
The revolution has begun
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3 comments:
Could your Indy teach have ROCKED any HARDER?
Probably. But it was still pretty great.
Great Poem and would like to also to say well done on your Indy Teach. But the subject was something that was part of my life for a while so I had fun doing it again for while.
I dig your poem.
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