Their songs cry out let freedom ring But the chains that hold us down sing A song of misery, contempt, and slaves A song that will play until we reach our graves
The ones in charge sing songs upbeat While the people below rock out to defeat But underground societies refuse to stop Until the cult comes out on top
War cries and drums sound Fire trucks gather round As the American flags burn to the ground
The cults cry victory The underground societies plant a new flag One that will truly bring freedom and peace While the old leaders are carried away in black bags
The chains have fallen from our wrists But the cult still persists Fighting a war on humanity A war never won quietly
Interesting. I like the "As the American flags burn to the ground" line. I find myself stumbling a little across some of the words. Particularly the term "underground societies" since it doesn't exactly flow on the tongue.
Also double check syllables and flow of lines. I'm always a stickler for flow when it comes to poetry. Like the second line "But the chains that hold us down sing", every other syllable has a stress. "But, chains, hold, down", all have stresses. "Sing" should also be stressed but it falls after "down", so it can't be. If you were to add another word between down and sing, like "will", so that it read: "But the chains that hold us down will sing" then sing would be stressed as well.
You always want rhyming words/syllables to be stressed.
I like the power behind the poem though and especially the lines about songs and rocking out to defeat. They are very interesting to read!
Liz. Female poet / song writer. I don't wear matching socks. I love hugs. I love taking pictures and just started a photography blog.
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