I do not ask that you rise in revolution
I only ask that you shed leathery skin
Scaled to trap layers of numbness
Snug, until temperatures rise
I only ask that you incinerate blinkers
Serving to suffocate your vision
Though you move onward
Awake but in a constant stupor
When awareness strikes
It may be just a moment
…. too late
I do not ask that you rise in revolution
(What? do you ask for yet another tyrant?)
But I only ask that…
A revolution should rise within you
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~All change starts from within~
Nice! I’ve always loved poetry. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you.
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lovely poem.
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Thank you
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Thanks so much for the reblog. The video you added goes wonderfully with my poem.
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It’s a wonderful poem.
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