The RevolutionA Poem by SarahThis poem is dedicated Victor Hugo.Near the edge of a broken city Reared against the sky, Proudly waves a tattered banner Red and flying high. They say it flies for the People. For those who cannot hear The song that is sung for the masses, The ones who slowly draw near. A leader rises from the ashes, From the fires that burn, The heart and soul out of every man Who pray for Gods swift return. Can you hear the voices ringing? The shouts of those who live Under the crushing weight of a ruler Who rarely does forgive? When the watch lights of their hearts Find the ones who will fight, They think of rising up, To stand up and unite. But when the day comes, The dawn of a redeeming grace, They stay underground Under the foot; in their place. The fighting begins But the scale is not balanced. Ones side has power, While the other just has valiance. The ones who stood up Once again fall down. Betrayed by the ones they tried to save. There is blood all around. And the leader from the ashes, The last one left alive, Stares once more at his banner; The fire of People in his eyes. The men who show no mercy Once again appear. They raise their killing hands And douse the fire before anyone can hear. Can you hear the voices ringing? The shouts of those who live Under the crushing weight of a ruler Who rarely does forgive? When the watch lights of their hearts Find the ones who will fight, They think of rising up, To stand up and unite. But it is not over yet, No, it’s only just begun Because the martyr never truly dies The People will become One. The
People will RISE. © 2011 SarahAuthor's Note
Featured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
1189 Views
9 Reviews Added on August 4, 2011 Last Updated on August 4, 2011 AuthorSarahFranklin, TNAbout"One's ideas must be as broad as Nature if they are to interpret Nature." Sherlock Holmes, in "A Study in Scarlet" I'm a reader, writer, movie maker and creator. If I could be anything in the wor.. more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|