how many protests have you watched now? how many devolving into riots? via violent actors, on either side what was gained, for those we lost? was it in vain? did the pay outweigh the cost? or was our venture defunct? would civil disobedience had been better sought? or a more brutal insurrection, to rival those we've been taught? just do like they'd wish and lay down and die
once again this time in Georgia communities of color saved democracy from spiraling into violent authoritarianism
in spite of armed white mobs incited by the president's men breaking into the nation's capitol looting and destroying interrupting certification hearings forcing members of congress to seek sheltered places killing a policeman causing five more deaths
the scenes shocked the world and most U. S. citizens
america has become small again no more a beacon of democracy just another banana republic
in a real democracy citizens cast their votes and then respect certified election results
Now is not the time for prudence, For the sacred cow of wisdom, “That’s what we’ve always done” “That’s how it’s done” “You don’t **** with tradition”
Rip and tear, Enough pandering to robot men Who change based on our non-violence
I must run up and Violence, Tonsils against curbsides, Tv lies tried In the people’s always peaceful protest court, Shards under nails, Drowning in names I need to die Their boots together eviscerate Consummate my communist brains
Socialist soul or whatever the ****
With the guilt I’ve been tending to The past ten years What was I doin while the revolution happened? I want to close my hands around Crush, Skulls I want to be crushed I’ve only been hit once and I cannot grind my teeth hard enough To relive it State guidelines say to stay in your home at all costs reduce human contact Gatherings of over five people are strictly prohibited Gathering has been declared a riot
We will vanish one by one, until we are gone without a trace Displaced by flora or covered in colossal snowdrifts Dilapidated buildings Hideous remains of temples and churches haunted By the silhouettes of ghastly midnights past
Un-holy vestiges transfigured by the warmth of the wandering sun. Ashes where we had once stood before God as man screamingly sentient made of rotten creation Our life the echo of a shrieking moan Calling from the graveyard of the universe
Come! Leave the pallid stars behind with a mad laughter Reach out now, touch the void God and man are dead ! Rejoice! What a joyous revolt! Divine notes from blasphemous flutes conduct a symphony from beyond time Dive headfirst into the deep black rift And become eternity
Bleed my mind out Onto paper again It’s in a cage I’m full of rage Things can’t be the same. **** a phase, this is a chapter Turn the page, streets in flames Things can’t be the same. I feel the pain when I see their eyes And I can **** near taste it They wanna rewrite history But the noise too loud So they can’t erase it Things can’t be the same Light it Gone
There’s nothing to interpret in defiance. Once you find a set, put place, position and stand. Work up the vitality to speak in brutality! There’s no point to declare without defense.
I want to **** in the wind, because *******. Replace my mind with a button. Press it, I’ll regurgitate your rhetoric. I bet you get off to that, stripping autonomy. Just tickles your ******. Makes you giddy.
I’d starve myself. But I would eat a bullet if you had your way.
Without a situation, your just without motivation. Writing in clear ink, paralyzed in double think.
There’s nothing to interpret in defiance. A set, put place, stand, or position. Dissent should never be conveyed, unclear, blurry, or in repent!
Opinion shouldn’t be followed by different! Just stand in on stage, speaking sense! Those that matter will respect, others will fall to the aspect...
Look at the caged bird, surrounded by barbed wire. It's always complaining about this and that and freedom and stuff. Hey little bird! Aren't you grateful at all? What would you do in the wild wide, perilous sky? Can't you see my wingless, spineless vultures? Don't you see how grateful and praiseful they are? The little bird does not reply. It pecks and pecks until the cage turns blood. To get some blue, it's paying in red.
Dedicated to all the nations and people fighting and shedding their blood for freedom in every corner of the earth