Civil War

Civil War

A Poem by Shygirl

Oppression, 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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Very fitting for what's going on right now.


Posted 11 Years Ago


for the last line= *are overcome*

Posted 11 Years Ago



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