Revolution Poem by Genevieve Surrender

A dreamscaped cloud
sets like a fog over my mind's eye

Armies with their guns
and their tanks
were motionless
amongst the dust of some foreign,
billboard-sporting desert.

A step closer
and the powdered bodies
made to look like toys
from the gentle caress of radiation
and the dunes.

An armored, double-trailered tanker
with pewter cylindrical pipes
carrying god-only-knows-what
to the far reaches of this
red-blood spattered
white-hot wasteland
speckled with blue-painted scrap-metal debris.

We have won.
Our revolution.

Our revolution.

The balance of Pisces
to bring us into our cleansing
of Aquarius.

This is no Helter Skelter.
This is a revolution
built on your yin and yang.

It's up versus down,
good versus evil,
right versus wrong.

The balance of the stars
and humanity
finally revels in it's understanding
once our next great flood
washes our souls clean.