Ballad of Revolution


Snakes were plagued by avarice and excessive thirst for power.
They feed us lines that we have to memorize every hour
Innocent were forced to write history using their own blood and tears
Cornucopia of regret, lies and greed

The song of the nightingale is our last hope
The rage of angry hearts ricocheting like a bullet
Tethered to the disarray scheme of sonnet
Drowning in a cascading claret

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