Revolution Poem by Scott J. Shepard

There's a revolution in the streets.

Take your voice box and hold it
at the demand of something seemingly
fluid.

Subject to change like peroxide
stings the skin, and heals over to
shovel out the burn.

Feel good and take turn for
the partisan.

There's a revolution to talk about
so hold your Hail Mary's and ask
forgiveness later.

Today we march for salvation
till the streets go bare and hold over
the fault line for the misfits who
took the city square.