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Oct 2014
You who ask the hard questions
Never seem prepared for any answers.
What purpose your rebellion?
Critic in the abstract,
Cherisher of words. Only words, mere
Angry echo.
Come Revolution!
Show me your toothless rage,
Carried by amputee feet.
The tyrants lie that way,
Dear Children of Cause.
Written by
Lauren Batchelor
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