SJBarley
30th April 2011, 12:16
So after some requests (which I am still amazed I recieved) here is another poem -
As the bullets fly past your head,
As you mourn for those now dead,
Rest assured that while we breath,
Society yet has a chance of reprieve,
To overcome the corrupt of the right,
By sheer power will and might,
I can not promise bloodsheed will not be seen,
But I do vouch, the grass is green,
The sweat from your brow is worht more,
Than the cash in their cold, corrupt store,
Unity, Equality. This is what we preach,
But oft it is difficult to reach,
Those most in need,
Because of the rights uncompromising greed,
So Comrades what I'm trying to say,
We need a revolution. Pick a day.
As the bullets fly past your head,
As you mourn for those now dead,
Rest assured that while we breath,
Society yet has a chance of reprieve,
To overcome the corrupt of the right,
By sheer power will and might,
I can not promise bloodsheed will not be seen,
But I do vouch, the grass is green,
The sweat from your brow is worht more,
Than the cash in their cold, corrupt store,
Unity, Equality. This is what we preach,
But oft it is difficult to reach,
Those most in need,
Because of the rights uncompromising greed,
So Comrades what I'm trying to say,
We need a revolution. Pick a day.