Glorious Revolution

And what is a revolution, if it is not a rebellion of love?

Take your breath.

 

Leave it at the door.

 

We are here for our reasons.

We are here because we must be.

 

Breath is a just reason for living.

But what is a life with no reason.

 

This is not reason.

This is not madness.

This is and we are,

We are who we believe we are.

 

Strung like a solitary note

Hung like a dummy at a noose

 

No simple reform will befall us.

We have come with purpose.

We come with pride.

 

We come to change this world.

We come to revolt.

 

Take your breath

 

Leave it at the door.

 

Where we go tonight,

We won't need it.

 

One last passion

One last love

One final moment,

Before our judgement.

 

This our moment.

Take this breath now.

Before it is taken for you.

 

To change

To passion

To everything we stand for.

 

This is not a youth rebellion

This is passion.

This is the end of all things.

 

For what is freedom,

If we aren't free to tell?

 

And what is belief,

If we are told what to believe?

 

So to what we make,

In the last breaths we take,

 

Arms wrapped around

Like a cycle to this pollution.

 

After our love,

We march,

We bleed,

We die,

 

For this,

 

This, glorious revolution.

Reviews

[Tai Chi Italy Take Two]

Wow...This totally uplifting poem gave me the most amazingly beautiful feeling in the pit of my centre. Wow...

Great rally cry.

This, glorious revolution will enpower our youth.

Smiling at you

Tai, feeling the vibe...still!lol x ps this rating thing is rubbish, I gave you 100% the other day and it only recorded 93%!lol