The Revolution Begins Poem by Thea Pound

The die of fate will soon be cast,
Soon I will fly my cage,
Your system was not built to last,
And won't survive my rage.
The wickedness once seen the norm,
Stands on the edge of demise;
And from the ash, a new world born,
Where justice reigns and thrives.

I won't remain chained at your heel,
I'm neither dog nor slave,
Keep your pleas and twisted deals;
No mercy for the depraved.
Retribution stirs within,
We've been oppressed so long,
It's time to cleanse this land of sin;
The weak become the strong.

Though you seek to rend and divide,
And successfully degrade,
We will surge forth, with time and tide,
And bury you in the graves you made.
The revolution begins at first light,
Prepare the flag to rise,
And sleep well on this final night,
For tomorrow your empire dies