revolution - Part I

“revolution – Part I”

Run through the streets, you mad warriors

Holding up shield and buckler with strong left arms and right hands viciously gripping swords and spears

Prepared for your fight – your enemy laughs until you draw near enough for them to see the murder and chaos in your eyes

The needed tools to bring about the right

There are trumpet players in your ranks – sounding out the alarms

There are flag bearers raising banners of TRUTH, JUSTICE, and EQUALITY

You’ve spent time in dark caves smelting steel blades

You’ve swam through deadly currents and your muscles are tightened by the resistance

You’ve practiced delicate sword play and accurate archery

But now the skirmish is upon you and it’s time to tear open tender bellies and expose the rotten guts of the evil doers who have sucked the blood of the common masses

They’ve eaten too much to even digest it all

And you will expose them with battle cries so severe your voice can barely carry them

You will shame them by burning their castles

Structures of glass, wood, and stone

You will bind them hand to foot and take them outside to the streets where everyone can see

As they acted in secret, their massacre will come in the bright light of day

And once they’re fallen on the edge of your sword

Once they’re speared through and fixed to the walls

Once you severed the ropes of their catapults and hamstrung their horses and demolished their chariots – you will find new architects to build a new city

And their magicians who spoke lies and put them in power – you will burn them with fire

So click the end of your pen and clear your throat and offer the blank page

And get your battle armor on

Clothe yourself with humility and service, and sacrifice

And with doing all and having no thought for yourself

Swing your blades so hard that they whistle in the air

Dig into your heart and use the hurt to fill your quiver

And your rage and your experience and your brilliance – is a fire!

So light your arrows and sling them across their darkened skies

Keep pushing

Keep writing

Keep creating

Keep speaking

Keep doing what is right, when it all seems so wrong

Long live the revolution