What shall

we fought

I grew weary of mental battles against ghosts

so I conceded my defeat, surrendered

I grew exhausted of constant attack on my psyche

so I laid down my arms, withdrew

Humbled and humiliated, wounded pride

retreated to sanctuary to bide my time

until once again, I grew strong and capable

able to stand in the world.

and once again, I became a target for dark

bullseye on my back, daring to challenge

oppressors and repressive regimes

grinding the downtrodden under heel

my black heart covered and masked

my anachronistic anarchy answering

to one

Power to be restored to the people

Charles & Louis lost their heads

what revolutions shall we fight instead?