Insurgent Poem by Daniela Joseph

There is a darkness above everyone's head
Some choose to be spoken, some choose to be said.
But if all outcomes end up as one
Then let the people go free and run

If what you have done is punishable for another
Would you be willing to sacrafice a brother?
When all is said and done
Who is there left to see the rising sun?

When all goes up and about and wild
Just like the screams of an innocent child
But what the people will soon regret
Is the gathering of the insurgent