The Revolution

In the streets, the people protested; in rage they clashed
against the system, against the laws and the enemy in power;
the losing battle they fought, knowing the beliefs they held onto
were slipping away; knowing the foundations built were
crumbling and the old ways were dying
even as they shouted to the sky and to the corrupt leaders
who looked down from the windows of heaven
Into the dark evening the fires of chaos ascended.

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indigo_kid007's picture

This could be a fav.

"and the old ways were dying."
It could happen... I will have faith in these people though.


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Faith is what holds it all together.