Revolution As A Verb

Struggled through the years

Sown seeds through tears

Freedom disappears

Screaming in our ears

Burning through the skies

Blackened by the lies

Low as we go

Consumers never show

The scratches from the crows

The tags upon the toes

The thought never occurred

Revolution as a verb

Sleepers cells where we dwell

In Orwellian hell

Believing the deceiving propaganda that they sell

 

 

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