A Revolution

A poem about neverminding the man behind the curtain.

Just call it a revolution
60's minds
in modern times
their hands upon the wheel
the words being said,
that are dried up and dead,
speak of a faith and a love
that is no longer real.
just call it a revolution.
Just call these acts of violence
acts of peace
and we'll believe
that freedom's just around the corner
that there'll be a time
when theres no need to grieve.
For the violence.
The silence.
The fight for peace.
The oxiMoron we're fighting for

the blood drenched, oil soaked

Terror War

Just call it a [revolution]