#revolt
L’heure est pressé
La foule, chaotique
La fumee soulèvement
Les gendarmes, psychotique
Nous attendons…pour quoi?
L’heure est arrive
Un seule facon
Le roi décapité
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 12:22 AM UTC
They cannot stop you
Or they would have already
Still, they will try.
Will you?
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 2:02 PM UTC
"Remember, remember,
The 𝘍𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘩 of November:
Gunpowder, treason, plot.
For there is a reason
Why gunpowder & treason
Should ne'er be forgot."
Aye.
Drop all the bawny
And read it right:
One will notice
The exclusion in remembrance
Of plot proper.
What drivel, what rot.
A nursery rhyme,
Meant to lull asleep a populace.
You hear the story
That they were religious nuts,
That was projection.
Not a soul on our side
Was for balmy superstition.
We who was folks of science & virtue,
Philosophy proper was our standard -
What that had been & is corrupt.
Remember the Fifth
And remember his brother;
Two blonde youths,
Two tawny royal lads,
And one whom they slaughtered.
We fought for the expansion of freedoms,
Civil liberties & such.
For the likes of social programs now widely enjoyed -
Schooling, healthcare, and the like.
For not a soul among us to know hunger,
That they might have daily - bread
And the like.
A son named
After a king usurped -
Woodville, or Wideville;
For it is a large world,
But really quite navigable.
And a King who took a new name
In honor of his slain uncle,
D̲i̲c̲c̲o̲n̲ C̲l̲a̲r̲k̲e̲
Once more, where moored,
The only survivor.
Might is nary ever really right.
They too saw that
On the Isle Wight.
This line;
Long & tried,
Persecuted & replanted.
Forevermore,
As it had been before
And doubtless shall be again,
Wearing the verdant festoon.
May your wreaths also blossom!
In Old World, like New;
Truth is always the fashion,
Justice is always the passion.
Jul 25, 2025
Jul 25, 2025 at 12:09 PM UTC
work,
sleep
work,
sleep,
work,
sleep,
work,
then work again
stuck in this digital timeline
the days never passed
it’s always on repeat
like time is a concubine
living with wealthy billionaires
working endlessly day and night
making her ends meet
so nobody will know what day it is
who will make this world a better place?
huh, the rich only care for themselves
we’re disillusioned to the fantasy that money
will fix everything in a flash
a bandage on a wound, as they say
but it leaves gaps and crevices
it will never be healed from the blood it leaves
the blood will always fall like rain on a wedding day
i am not a robot who will end up in a dumpster
if i am no use to everyone
if i am no use, what i am then?
a entertainer?
a maid?
a office worker?
a human?
who i am?
Apr 26, 2025
Apr 26, 2025 at 11:33 AM UTC
If THEY cannot rebuild this country with love, empathy, and compassion—
If THEY only destroy communities, tear apart families, sow distrust, mislead, interrogate, gaslight, condemn, and grow fat off OUR fellow humans—
If WE cannot trust OUR representatives, those in power, OUR system of law, OUR doctors, OUR teachers, and the people who hold OUR lives and those of OUR loved ones in THEIR hands—
Then what kind of world do THEY seek to create?
THOSE MEN, draped in their wolfskin suits, armored in dollar bills, wearing false masks of humanity, do not deserve the power they wield.
If this is the system THEY choose to uphold, one that thrives on exploitation, suffering, and deceit, then let it crumble. Let it burn.
And from the ashes of this failed system and flawed government, WE will rise. WE will rebuild—not with greed or oppression, but with unity, justice, and the courage to do what is right.
This is OUR country, OUR problems, OUR responsibility to make it right.
WE will not bow. WE will not be broken. WE will not stand idly by as THEY feast on the labors and suffering of OUR people. The time for change is now, and it belongs to all of US.
Jan 24, 2025
Jan 24, 2025 at 1:01 AM UTC
I know a place where the Sun doesn’t shine,
Where kids rejoice and the adults whine,
Where Glacier of lies and rivers of deception intertwine,
Where they enrich the young with the money and the adults with wine,
The Ministers lie through their teeth and promise upliftment,
The poor are deceived and are fed more punishment.
They have no concept of Day or Night,
Anytime-Every time they struggle to fight,
The Kids exuberate innocence and liveliness
While
The Adults showcase fatigue and tiredness,
It’s been years since they’ve heard those promises
It’s been months since they’ve opt for progressiveness
‘Impoverished, Imperfect, Unimportant”, call them what you may,
But when you’ll see their hungry eyes and tiring demeanor,
You’ll have nothing to say.
Their generations
And their generations,
Will keep living this way
Unless the bureaucracy decides to help them,
Their generations
And their generations,
Will keep on suffering
Unless those in power come to hold them,
Till then,
For Eons and Eons and Eons and Eons to come
They’ll keep on wanting,
They’ll keep on crying,
They’ll keep on living,
They’ll keep on surviving.
Aug 16, 2024
Aug 16, 2024 at 8:47 AM UTC
Boots sanction the hearts of men.
The victims are wailing and smiling
Death keeps on knocking and waiting
Who will liberate us?
Denial of our voices made us cry
Downtrodden wept as their voices
Dwindle and cracks for liberation
Who are the kindhearted?
Nation begets unruly masters
As the country pretends to smile
Honest people are followers!
Why the contradiction?
Bemourning the scourges of men
Humanity strives to speak but ...
Money, power and fame supercedes
When are we going to rise?
Hatred is begging to put on a smile
Laughter covers herself with rags
The future bleeps and sorrows
Can we revolt against the status quo?© Uzo
Mar 1, 2023
Mar 1, 2023 at 6:13 AM UTC
I heard those giggles behind me,
You really thought I was deaf?
I saw those whispers around me,
Oh!I'm just making it clear.
I know you are acting up ignoring,
You thought you are good at it?
I saw you looking happy around,
You thought that can really effect me?
Yes I heard you calling me cling
But, ever know about my 'never knew how to not care' thing?
Ever thought about
How it feels to be hurt by the other?
Facing these all, now
I wish I could read this on your face & make you feel one.
Oct 1, 2021
Oct 1, 2021 at 3:31 PM UTC
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
Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 10:48 PM UTC
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
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 5:25 PM UTC
We vanish one by one, until we are gone
nothing but silent screams
Echoing down the empty halls of eternity
Displaced by flora or covered in colossal snowdrifts
Dilapidated buildings
haunted
By the
silhouettes of ghastly midnights past
Ashes where we had once stood before God as man
screamingly sentient
made of rotten creation
Our life the echo of a shrieking moan
Let us Leave the pallid stars behind with a mad laughter
Reach out, touch the abyss
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
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 6:10 PM UTC
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
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 1:26 AM UTC
Sparks fly
Ashes fall
Coals simmer
A crumbling wall.
Torches flicker
Down a lamplit hall.
The fuel dies down,
And a new man stands above all.
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 4:20 PM UTC
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 **** you.
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...
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 3:34 PM UTC
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.
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 3:48 PM UTC
i’ve taught myself
to be silent when
i shouldn’t,
and now i’m not
when i should,
there i go,
obliviously, relentlessly
and uncontrollably making
my voice worthless and worth less.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 4:17 PM UTC
Congrats you !
You did it !
You won.
How does it feel ?
You must be proud...
cause you're an *******
Being the deciding factor was such the priority.
Casualties of war, such a small price for authority.
Here's a message to you, the ******* majority...
"Please shoot, cause I'm shooting back." signed, The Minority.
We're not the victor,
don't give us your spoils.
This ain't no "up rise".
This is the end to the compromise.
In the defense of The Antagonized,
we're not responsible for this divide.
We're not the victor,
don't give us your spoils.
We trusted the secrets.
You were trusted to tell.
We wanted to talk.
You wanted to yell.
We wanted to move on.
You wanted to dwell.
You destroyed our heavens
and created our hells.
We're not the victor,
don't give us your spoils.
We gave you a community.
You and all your unwanted could have lived here.
You had the fairness, the compassion, the love.
We were in your corner,
all of them.
We were unwavering.
You had us in the palm of your hand...
so you crushed us.
So here are the fruits of your labour.
They're not so fresh.
You're left with the flies and the stench!
I hope this taste stains your tongue
and the odor scorches your nostrils.
After all,
you've earned it...
the spoils.
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 3:25 PM UTC
Drinking away the cold reality,
sipping away at the truth,
smell of revolution in the air,
the township rebellion weeps,
radically violent love,
surpressing undignified hate,
**** the cop in yourself, stomp the ghosts in your head,
destroy your masters,
Sweet negation, oh sweet negation!,
Burn down the walls of infinite discontent,
Live your life,
Live for yourself,
The forever insurrection,
The creative nothing,
We are the unique,
Guillotine your captures,
Free your mind, free your body, free your beautiful life!
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 7:58 PM UTC
O’ my lord, Do you see
What my naked eyes see
Healthy bodies, shining faces
Glittering eyes, crooked smile
That’s how the rich look like
O’ my lord, Do you see
What my naked eyes see
Diseased bodies, pale faces
Wet eyes, no smile
That’s how the poor look like
O’ my lord, Do you see
What my naked eyes see
The empty stomach of poor
Keeps burning, turning into fumes
As it exhumes
O’ my lord, Do you see
What my naked eyes see
The filled stomach of rich
Keeps working, generating energy
As it digests and absorbs
O’ my lord, Do you see
What my naked eyes see
The rich utilize their energy
To exploit the poor
And to support capitalism
O’ my lord, Do you see
What my naked eyes see
That’s why, I declare war against you
I know, I will lose, I will die
But still I choose to revolt
*********************
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 12:46 AM UTC
So the nature
the dirt of the past
is crushed under
the wave of the future
old relics of freedom
stuck in the sands of time
and an army rises
from the ashes of coffee
and newspaper stories
heroes and nightmares
metallic eyes
arms tied to strings
pulled by those
forever gluttons
in power since
the beginning
however silent
they pull
on their little
dancers
and we forget
our saviors
in this ocean
this new sea
of indifference.
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC