Revolt (Prelude)


The news dulls my senses, drinking whiskey like it’s 1920

Morning light shines in on bare walls, two years and still no art up

Love crazed/cold heart, how can both reside in the same body?

Selfish lack of thought, but don’t whine about it baby

Bombs dropped for peace, yet refugees kept out, stonewalled?

All in all, rather be six feet under than continue to suffer

The time to resist is always now

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