They call me rEVOLution

 
I am but life of pain that lives through words of freedom
My body is a temple of bones, scorns … and tar
Imprisoned by my liberty
The one that seems to be limited
 
I am the unfair, love and wars
The love that I seek
And the war to get it
Both are unfair, both leave scars
 
I am a generation, education and limitation
Of what meant to be real
Of what I’m supposed to feel
I am all, whole and less
 
I am but life through pain that ache from words of freedom
My body is a temple of stones, dawns … and tar
Imprisoned by my humanity
The one that seems to be perfected
 
I am despair that flows along blood
The voice of who can’t speak
The blind who cannot peek
The human origin, I’m mud
 
I am inspiration, occupation and immigration
Of the nobles and their stand
Of blood over the land
I am what all miss
 
I am but life and pain that write the words of freedom
My body is a temple of mourns, crowns … and tar
Imprisoned by identity
The one that seems to be omitted
 
I am the stare of a hungry child
The struggle of the week
 The abyss and the peak
The urban and the wild
 
They call me revolution
Of hope, their final beam
Their mean to redeem

The chaos of emptiness

Author's Note

Reviews are welcomed

Reviews

[YouoweYoupay]

'I am the stare of a hungry child
The struggle of the week..' i think you meant 'weak' ?

'I am the unfair, love and wars
The love that I seek
And the war to get it
Both are unfair, both leave scars'

-Loved this one.

So many colors in this poem. Your play with words and hidden meanings is clever and original.

'My body is a temple of mourns, crowns … and tar
Imprisoned by identity
The one that seems to be omitted'

-excellent stanza. Very thought-provoking and darkly deep. Keep writing! 87.

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

Love the deep insightful thinking and wisdom :)