revolution

Whose Revolution is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch him frown. I cry hello.

He gives his Revolution a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The Revolution is Revolution, Revolution and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in bed with ducts that weep.

He rises from his bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in his head,
He idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread

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Paul
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May 26, 2021 5:56 pm

Revolution with a sense of dread! You have captured a strong passion here. Do you want to post it so that others can see your poem when they come to the site? You need to follow these (pretty easy) steps for Posting a Discussion on Youth Voices.

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