Revolution Poem by Dylan KD.

Revolution

Rating: 5.0


Yes is all I ask myself
when I'm leaning by the hill;
its arrangements confuse the new day's creatures
I saw them standing still.
With an ounce of rage they're outstretched hands
have silenced those who kill.
But the generator, emancipator,
enjoys a subtle thrill.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ethan Moyer 24 October 2008

very very nice... beautiful usage of rhymes.

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