Sounds of revolution
O Earth
Revolving
Around
The sun !
It’s called
Revolution.
Reel around
The sun
Celtic vibe
And seed
Of a tree
The more
I talk the less
I write.
Yellow shirts
On the streets
Highschool
Students
Kneeling
In the cold
Held by
The police
People
Have a
Voice
They leave
Us no choice.
Sound
Of revolt
And trumpet
Blaring,
Moving
Slow in
The dark,
Sleeping
In a pool
Of light.
Slee-pilling
To keep
The body
Intact.
Smack
Boum
Boum,
Heart’s
Heavy
What the
Heck,
What’s
The wack ?
They tell
Us it’s
Nonsense,
I have nothing
Left
But the sun
And it’s revolution,
Confused lights
At the end
Of the streets,
Strong drinks
To stimulate
The engine
At any time
Of the night ;
Arms of emptiness
To hold my embrace
Fleeing sleep,
What a flight !
What the heck,
Tell me,
What’s the hack ?
That’s what they’re all
Facing, guys in a suit :
Mass revolt
Against
Unlawful
Policies.
Beware :
It’s coming
Your way
Like a boomerang ;
The heated wave
Of love turning
To anger.
And it whirls,
And it whirls
Till the heights
Are all covered
With flames.
K.B
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