Insurrection Poem by TMA

Bodies –
Yielding;
Souls –
Untamed.
Bodies –
Prostrate;
Souls –
Unbowed…
One day we’ll rise up in revolt
One day we’ll reclaim our own.

We’ll line up in protest
And stage a demonstration
And no violence shall dissuade us
No plea, no remonstration.
They say that words are weapons
Using that hypothesis
We’ll line up with more arms
Than Hindu goddesses
And no threat, no promise
Shall make us shiver
In the face of all the fiery arrows,
Still we shall never quiver.

We’ll take back the control
Insurrection in our brains
Arresting all our thoughts
And our wills shall be detained
Then we’ll look over these words
That long ago were wrote
When our chances of seizing control
Were doubtful and remote
When we’ve chased this miscreant tyrant
From our hearts and from our minds
And these dark days of bondage
Have been left far behind…

That day could be today –
But never tomorrow;
For tomorrow never comes
Haven of lies and promises hollow
That day could be today,
Regain control and never lose it
That day could be today
If only we would choose it.