Civil WarA Poem by ShygirlOppression, riot, revolt, revolution, death the endless cycle of civilizations. The crowd gathers and each person's voice melts into one. The cycle has begun. Shouts and accusations, then a punch, soon there is a brawl and the madness consumes all. The crowd becomes one person, one mind. Where is the individuality of the people I have once known? My people at war with their country, what a sad thing, because many have died trying to end the suffering and overthrow the corrupt king But how long before the rebels turn from liberators to dictators? How long before they too become overcome by power? © 2013 Shygirl |
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