A Revolution.
The weeping sky, the angry clouds,
Earth a shoulder to cry aloud.
Lie in peace, a body me,
My gift to learn to live alive.
Blood that seeped through veins that boiled,
Tears that bled through eyes of fire.
Not to hate, not to lust,
My revolution, my world’s evolution .
A story that runs so deep in bones
Much cliched for some, its worth forlorn.
To live a dream, to slaver for life
To taste the beauty of old red wine.
The fiery beasts that rule the earth,
The monsters that rule ol’Adam’s ale,
The creatures with wings that float above,
Yet none seek glory, as the seed of man.
Walls they build to conquer love,
Seas they cross to fill up their sacks,
Fear o lands, for the end has a beginning,
None more harmful than the seed of man.
Amidst the sands, the winds , the storms,
I saw my belle - the lovely , the bold.
Her lips glimmered with a soulful red,
Her eyes shone with a moonlights kiss.
Cupid shot down, an arrow of fire,
which burned us deep, more than aspired.
We’d blossom, under our tree of love,
Our ocean of thoughts, our sea of fears
Man is a king, Man is a God,
He serves his food in a platter of gold.
Mighty, so bold, a giver of all,
But only to whoever pleases the Lord.
‘What’d we do in our world ahead ?’
Her lips told me to bleed their red.
‘But live in a world of ice and fire ?’
A revolution spills blood , whatsoever.
“ Look you around, what do you see” ,
A world that did not caress like thee.
A world where humble could no more than mumble,
A world the Gods have trampled with tremble.
I lift up my eyes to the glorious heavens,
my help shall come from none but the valiant.
If a tiny flower could spirit me with honey,
My drops of sweat could fix all that’s waney.
I run to an illusion , the world so sore,
Who is my enemy? Gods that guffaw.
None for my aid, but a burning arrow.
Yet i trust my causes, to fight for what’s gone.
I pull out a sword, I thrust in his throat,
the God , his laughter, dims , dies slow.
The world becomes a play stage, my war zone,
A million deities rush in, for one drop of blood.
Well armed, they thrust me , the vampires now seek nectar,
None my enemies, but of a quiet, slave world.
I fall down, with sweat that melts my blood,
I awaken a world whose hopes are never dead.
Raindrops that fall into me,
Pain drops drip out of me.
I see the flag that flies so high,
Soaked in victory and our pride.
My eyes sing myself to sleep,
My belle , my beauty — her voice, my lullaby.
I’ve fought the greatest fight,
Now its the world to speak their might.
For one man to stand , a feet on his own,
For one soul to love , so true down to bones,
And one hand to raise , and lead for a cause,
That’s our Revolution, Our world’s Evolution.
