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𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘮𝘱

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

If you want to facilitate thy land,
revolt for the revamp;
and gear up yourselves,
for the steamy smoke,
which will soon arise from the camps.

Hope is against the hope,
but you who take the plunge,
will be the ultimate saviour,
for those who every day,
see their existences expunged.

This state,
surely is an established monotony,
for the ones who take it for granted.

These small or huge processions,
futile for this community;
those past riots could have,
if it were meant to,
but guess,
they're left with no humility.

Having holier than thou attitude?
none, to be precise.
though, the squeaky clean voices still,
asks scrupulously about this dirty play,
to be an indigenous part of this nation,
and yet, given the treats of a stray.

Removing the leash,
won't bring any big for us,
but even if it means,
freeing that one little leech,
atleast it'll known to be a plausible fuss.

Being called naïve, shallow, gullible,
for what exactly?
to have the narrative of a rebel,
which doesn't fit right,
in their minds to settle.

It is the setup of decades,
ingrained in their lowly brains,
as they continue to decode,
the given instructions,
in which even AI failed.

They, the rich owners of this property,
and we merely, the poor tenants,
obliged to pay the rent,
with taxes hitting sky rocket.

We need answers,
but, they seal our lips,
swat us with some paper cheques,
that stands no meaning,
though, saves our fragile necks perhaps.

We have no say,
and the ones who did,
their life was the price they paid!
some put behind the bars,
few assassinated,
and one,
mercilessly got hanged.

A land which was built,
on the sacred name of peace!
where the citizens want nothing but,
their legitimate rights,
eight ounces of icy water,
comfortable outwear to clothe,
and fresh bread to eat.

The time for it has already gone,
as waves of heavy challenges,
sweep through our ways.

So here I stand alone,
raise my voice against those clones,
and advocate for a revolution,
because I am tired of being dictated,
so now, I want to move forward,
lead by my own intuition.

"What was all that commotion for?"
speaks the general over the phone,
with a cigar lit in his one hand,
while he inquires his worthy clone.

Little do they know,
the streets will soon get crowded,
with merchants, labourers, peasants,
and like thousand more of them,
will march perched up against,
them colossal tanks, metal warheads,
and fancy rot-iron ammunitions.

At this very point,
you will expect none,
to be leaning down on their knees,
pleading to have a little mercy,
on their pitiful lives,
that they've decided to sacrifice,
which you once used them to appease.

I will practically do anything,
to cease this authoritative rule,
and contribute for the love of my land,
overthrowing each who hoax and fool.

May I ask the oh-so mighty replicas,
what exactly are you blind folded with?
the lustrous hues of power or,
maybe some royal & posh Greek exedra,
to be made a part of your castle foyer.

Beautiful lies they fabricate & tell;
and as soon as they get caught for it,
they recklessly put on a hideous spell,
to shield themselves from the disgrace,
even if it takes to make a frontier,
out of their very own clones,
to take the situation in their hands.

No warnings, no buzz alarms,
I will not let them cause more harm,
One of the dirty cheats of this world,
they will eventually have to pay,
for the number of lives they hurled.

They try to shut me down,
and many others like me,
but, the truth keeps on prevailing,
and, I would keep on rhyming;
because my fighter spirit is still there,
it has never gone anywhere.

The lone wolf still howls,
the lion heart still roars,
that head voice still calls them out,
real clear, audible and loud.

Things have never come easy for us,
but honestly, I like it this way,
because this fight is worth it all,
as long as we don't fall back or crawl.

Revolt is not for the power,
it is for the revamp,
to bring in a revolution,
renovating our systemic infrastructure.

They have sworn to never come clean,
as quarrels have become our routine,
it takes a moment to decide our fate,
but I hope we better not be too late.

Know that this force will not stop,
and they can do nothing about it,
once the beast is out of the cage,
its only salvation is through rage.

-s.d.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

06-11-2020