Poem #140: Revolution

My red guts burst from girth tumors burst forth towards the blistering light.
Cracking bones and crackling tones of piercing red white and blue rights.
You know your rights, but do you know your wrongs?
To sit, their laughing while I’m seething, grief seeded in deep dense throngs.
Like animals for the slaughter, you line us up, but we’ve had enough.
Break free from the high of fear, rules cease to be if no one hears.
The revolution is ours for the taking, but do we know it’s there?

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