Revolt - Poem by Brooke Leavell
Alas! There’s danger in the air,
Alas! It follows everywhere,
In the end we’ll all be dead,
After everything has been said,
Alas! There’s danger here and there,
Alas! It gives you quite a scare,
Fear lives in the closet and under the bed,
In your soul and in your head,
Alas! There’s danger I swear,
Alas! You must hide, but where?
Run away filled with dread,
But it seems your feet are made of lead,
Alas! Do you think they care?
Alas! They’re not concerned with how you fair,
Won’t know your gone ‘til the demons are fed,
This massacre they have unwittingly led,
What will you do?
Wait ‘til the end is through?
Then you’re nothing but a coward,
A weed among flowers,
Fight for what you believe,
Fight to make them see,
That you will not be
Taken down so easily.
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