#revolution poems on Hello Poetry

Stagger Lee Jun 2018

The realms of possibility crash at our feet,
cosmic understanding lights the way,
the stranger in your eyes, the killer on the road,
after the end where do we go, convulsing creatures of darkness spitting up blood,
wild savage men dance in the forest,
a flooding paradox of self realization,
the fuel of life and death, sinful love and enlightened hate,
no one truly sees, our fateful misconceptions,
choking on lies, life smothered by rulers,
the tsar of suffering, the king of false credence,
revolutionary justice, the guillotines judgment,
**** the god in yourselves, mask your perception,
guided by primal fear, what do you see,
cancerous power, the manifestation of destruction,
the Anarchists howl, the crying freedom,
angels of darkness claw at your eyes, chronic seizures of deceit,
the ghetto of love, maniacal streets,
the pigs decapitated head, our time is up, one final scream, our eyes wide shut

#love #power #hate #life #death #purpose #humanity #revolution #dark #god

Johnny Noiπ May 2018

The Guns of Brixton, by Paul Simonon (The Clash)

When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
When the law break in
How you gonna go?
Shot down on the pavement
Or waiting on death row
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
The money feels good
And your life you like it well
But surely your time will come
As in heaven, as in hell
You see, he feels like Ivan
Born under the Brixton sun
His game is called survivin'
At the end of the harder they come
You know it means no mercy
They caught him with a gun
No need for the Black Maria
Goodbye to the Brixton sun
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
But oh-the guns of Brixton
When they kick at your front door
How you gonna come?
With your hands on your head
Or on the trigger of your gun
You can crush us
You can bruise us
Yes, even shoot us
But oh-the guns of Brixton
Shot down on the pavement
Waiting in death row
His game is called survivin'
As in heaven as in hell
You can crush us
You can bruise us
But you'll have to answer to
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton
Oh, the guns of Brixton

The Guns of Brixton lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

#revolution #clash

Aa Harvey May 2018

Live 8

Live 8

The Black Eyed Peas and a green, Green Day;
I want this day to last forever; thank Bob for giving us Live 8.
A day of great bands, playing all their best songs;
From Bono and McCartney, through to Snoop Doggy Dogg.
All over the world, great bands play great songs;
We all know the words, so come on sing along.

Some people are pants; some become great human beings.
One day of your life, dedicated to the revolution.
Television to the world, a united way of thinking;
We must all join in, to find a solution.

A whole day of music, for a world with one feeling;
To tell your fellow man, to keep on believing.
One day we will end this and make Africa one great nation;
Sir Bob showed us the way, now we must start the revolution.

Twenty four hours of music, is a gift to the world;
It will enlighten any mind, but you can't forget the cause.
You can't have a great day and forget the dying boys and girls;
Because one moment will affect you,
It will soon change your world.

Some people are pants; some become great human beings.
One day of your life, dedicated to the revolution.
Television to the world, a united way of thinking;
We must all join in, to find a solution.

A kid gets to his feet, to not die in front of his sister;
There lays a baby, just waiting to die.
Without Bobs irate temper and the visions of Africa;
I would have felt nothing, I wouldn't have cried.

Then they showed a girl, who was so close to death;
If we all did nothing, she wouldn't be here now.
But Live Aid gave her life, helped her take a deep breath;
One vision of human beauty, as she looks out at the crowd.

This incredible woman, would not have grown to become a woman;
We would have denied the world, of such a beautiful face.
I would have never, seen such a beautiful angelic image;
Now I see her as a vision. Human being’s saving grace.

Some people are pants; some become great human beings.
One day of your life, dedicated to the revolution.
Television to the world, a united way of thinking;
We must all join in, to find a solution.

(C)2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

#music #live8 #songs #bands #world #humanity #revolution #television #africa #life

Cana May 2018

Est. whenever

Establishing hierarchical roles
Nicaean council for food stuffs
The meal that breaks ones fast
A culinary czar
His Rasputin, not another repast
His downfall not so obvious
A cuisine coup d’état,
Caffeinated beverages.
‘Twas coffee that stormed the breakfast Bastille

Our first meal seems to be a drink.

#coffee #breakfast #coup #revolution #uprising

Orange Rose May 2018

Freedom in Chains

I wear a muzzle 'round my mouth,
To keep my words from falling.
My padded heart is bound in chains,
To keep my soul from calling.

My ears are deafened by the sound,
Of ten-thousand people lying.
My eyes are blinded and covered with cloth,
So I do not know I'm crying.

My arms and legs are tied together,
To hinder my escape.
They sing a siren's lullaby,
To be sure I never wake.

And though everything is soft and still,
And I feel like I am sinking,
My mind is loud with angry shouts.
They cannot stop me thinking.

#politics #government #society #anger #revolution #conspiracy

Karisa Brown May 2018

Tokens

Tokens
To loose
To keep
To shake
To speak

For that
Hold no grudge
They just want
You to realise
You're not one
Of us

You are unique
Your own to keep
Write it down
Repeat

#lost #dark #fire #ice #revolution

Petrichor Apr 2018

You're not really sorry

I was in a train
when this old woman looked across
with a confused look.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing over here?"
she said,
her voice trailing with the
jam of stinky
half-brained men.
"My father has passed away. I am here to meet him."
Her face crumpled,
like her tongue had encountered
a sour taste
like her body
had touched dirt,
like her brain managed
to get hold of her daughters darkest secrets.
"I'm sorry" she said, letting out
the sour smell of judgement.
But she wasn't.
She wasn't sorry.
She was an old woman with sunglasses
to hide her scanning eyes,
an old woman with a mask of makeup to hide
the scars of revolution.
She was a stranger.
"You're not really sorry." I said, realizing how I
became her,
a young bag of judgements.

Sometimes you just write stuff when it comes to your mind when you haven't experienced them. You've probably seen them on TV or heard the idea of them form someone you know. But this one over here is one that I have experienced. Thinking of someone judging you leads to judgement, and I openly say I have experienced so.

#old #sorry #judgements #revolution #scars #young

Sebastian Hale Apr 2018

Our World

A technological evolution
iPhone stapled to ear
The fear
Of missing out
On our social revolution.

A constant silent disco in our heads
Makes us buzz from work to bed.
Notified about everything
In control of none
An illusion that has replaced our tongue.

The new-age religion;
A martyr to the pixelated face
Of Illustrated connections.

#technology #society #revolution