Assembling Thunder (Revolution!)

Dedicated to the Strength of the Human Spirit & the Fight for Freedom

Naked minds burning under smoldering books, kissed by revolution
Not far off, the working man cries revolution! Rise,
Rise with raised fists -- A child now a soldier: revolution is strong
And the world will be watching, from empty seats
And not watching, as bodies tumble, one against the other.

Naked vessels, devoid of belief, rise
The little drops of sweat course into rivers of placenta,
An aborted generation curls into smoke that drifts
Into newly built empires, pyramids of glistening bones.

Oh, an uncensored sound escapes;
The rally of the nonexistent soul against tyranny
The passionate cry, of a poet's naked mind, burning.

Ashen faces, hands and lips whisper revolution
Wander over all the earth, assembling thunder
Rise! Oh, may freedom never dissolve into acrid smoke.

Reviews

[THERISA]

Very strong usage of imagery powers the reader, through the poem. In four lines of poetry, you have captured the horror of Cambodia during the Khmer Rouge regime:

"Naked vessels, devoid of belief, rise
The little drops of sweat course into rivers of placenta,
An aborted generation curls into smoke that drifts
Into newly built empires, pyramids of glistening bones."

Never thought such horror, can be presented in an elegant manner. Sadly, freedom comes at a price, which some people aren't willing to pay. Thank you for sharing this very powerful poem with us.

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

A well written poem. Nicely done.. Thank you for sharing. Debileah