Writing The Revolution PoemOn the pole, In front of the old state house, Flays a black flag;Writing The Revolution Poem
This flag flew: Over northern Spain in ’36 Over Seattle at WTO Over New York at G8 Over Florida at NAFTA Over the streets of the world, Every place and time the oppressed rise;
The death of the state is coming No one is mourning, The people are dancing in the streets
And writing the revolution poem A riot of rhythm Verse out of rhyme Destruction and synco-pation.
Like a play with out words Lacking stage direction In a poorly lit theater
Frist loveThe surreal sensation of first love ended by self administered shotgun blast, On the walls of a quite naborhood, red and blue lights; Flash, Paramedics cops and firemen all rush in, Too late Her last breath has long since escaped, Broken sprit has taken flight On wings composed of my hearts demise.Frist love
Marching in SolidarityWe take to the streets Marching in solidarity Fists raised, faces shrouded in black masks,Marching in Solidarity
We are the people, Demanding justice and equity An end to this system of patriarchy, power, violence and hate.
You stand behind barricades Plastic shields and full riot armor Hands clasp clubs, tear gas and pepper spray, Weapons of mass oppression.
We approach, Marching, chanting and dancing In our streets,
Traffic Blocked, And the mind crushing, Back breaking gears of the corporate machine For brief moments are slowed.
Saturday 1 AmStepping down the ally, The sliver pool cast form a streetlight In through the side door Boot steps on concrete floor.Saturday 1 Am
Rainbow peacocks in leather jackets Spiked and died feathers, All pruned up.
Handed an intoxicating potion In a plastic cup; The airs thick, Fog, The drink taste tin.
The music takes hold Swings you round And you, Dance, As if in an empty room; The circle spins Garbing you Pulling you Pushing you Spinning you- You slip, stumble. Fall Hands reach down Strange
SerenityLife as DeadWhat is this empty feeling I have, That makes me weep all night long. Like an out of tune gutiar, Playing this endless song.Life as Dead
Why are these tears still flowing, That express my inner pain. Like what I had now is lost, As whispers in the rain.
Why do I wake another day, Why does this blood seem so cold. As an endless funeral of my own, As my life as dead does unfold
anchorless
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abolish capitalism... smash the state
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*Founder of ~DronelikeNodClub
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*Founder of ~DronelikeNodClub
Thanks for giving me support and making my DA's life.
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Regards,
Yuen-Chi Lian
*SPLAT!* You've been hit by a snowball!! This is the beginning of the 2003 - 2004 deviantart snowball fight!!! Choose lots of your friends.... and hit them with some snowballs!! (to do that, just copy paste this message to their account) The only rule is, you can't hit me back!! Bwah ha ha ha ha!!! Good luck, and try not to get hit!!
This fight started by ~nakira on December 5th
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Go talk!
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abolish capitalism... smash the state
i decided to bug you here as well...
this is me at the moment ->
or maybe i'm more like
lol... better go before you get pissed at me!
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abolish capitalism... smash the state
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