IT SEEMS THAT there's a revolution going on, somewhere. The usual suspects, the usual destruction. Once again, front page news. Tune in tomorrow for the solution.
REVOLUTION
I'm thinking, remain a step ahead.
Pulling and pushing the door,
trying to open it,
to escape,
what a fool,
so easy to fall.
Splinters glance off
the jagged face of the past,
points of shattered wood
slide under my nails
as if they were meant to unleash
some torture.
And then a beast tears up the floor
and spits it out.
Comes the revolution they say.
Well, here it is.
Now snakes of retribution are waiting.
That was a mirror I stood before,
glass shattered,
moments of shoving,
walk away.
It's not a rehearsal.
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