Saturday, 25 September 2010

1917

tell the truth
tell the lies
build the fires
fill the skies
tear down the past
rip the stitch
construct the fort
and dig the ditch
devalue the dollar
run on the pound
raze their cities
to the ground
disenfranchised
dispossessed
debts absolved
and sins confessed
impotence
of thought resolved
ignorance
the puzzle solved
storm the gates
level walls
remove blockades
heed the call
revolution
a fallen state
dissolution
a darker fate
a new regime
a new tirade
back to work
for you Comrade.

1 comment:

  1. Great poem! I love the rhythm, it's like a row of hammers falling on steel in my head. Choosing words like precision engineering.

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