When’s the revolution coming?
It's about goddamn time.
Politicians spewing hatred,
And you think this is fine?
No need for the whisper,
I'll shout all I like.
OUR WORLD IS DYING.
It’s about time we fight.
Pick up your sword.
And swing it for those.
Who died: while we sat
Around and pose
For instagram and for fake
Fucking friends.
I'm sick of all of this, its
Time that it ends.
I'm sick of Donald and Putin.
Theresa May and the Dup.
Who put their fucking egos
Before you and me.
So when's the revolution coming?
I'll certainly join in.
I’ll bring buckingham to the ground
And watch parliament cave in.
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Author:
Anonamus (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 30th, 2018 03:58
- Category: Sociopolitical
- Views: 45
- Users favorite of this poem: marlenawood, Syd
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Comments4
Viva la revolutioooooon my friend. Its a long time coming. I share with your frustration. Good poem.
Thanks, fellow revolutionist.
merry ole England.
Intense, I love it.
Thanks : )
Strong words. Enjoyed
- Syd
Thanks
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