#revolutionaries
Atlas shrugged his shoulders and said his last goodbye
He said I’m tired of this world and all of you know why
Before he left he let the singing caged bird out to fly
She said I begged you to release me before I die
The world once was green but forgot how to create
The sun’s early morning make the moon tides too late
He purified himself first so he could turn from his hate
Now he’s gone leaving behind the anger of our fate
She only knew how to paint the colors of her reality
It made her life easier because it was her normality
They begged her to come back but she did not feel free
She’d rather sell tortillas than cross the pretentious sea
Release the favor of your desires for I have none to offer
I exist where the light has exhausted itself from its search
We only live underneath its glow and not by its promise
And I walk alone by the door of a once beckoning church
In his hands he may choose his wraths or his mercies
A terrible sword of dust swirling without remorse
The light of a rainbow without sound or footprint
We choose either the gentle or sharp side of its source
Where men gather arguing over the virtues of sin
There is no trail to follow except the way of failure
For there is no just end without a just path for peace
And the burden he bore knows who was his savior
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC
do not mourn!
we did not die!
do not weep!
we still remain!
we still cast long shadows
in unseen halls,
we batter at your windows
and cry your name
when long night falls.
our wounds do not heal
and our smiles do not fade
and our barricades hold strong
and you remember still our song.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 10:15 AM UTC