Sweet Revolution Poem by Rebecca Marie Parkinson

This is the end of all we know
Nothing will be the same and so
We must prepare for what is to come
Prepare even though it is doubted by some

The sun will set on the old world this night
And will rise on the new with great height
Blood will stain the streets for this
Then boil in the heat of the sun with a hiss

For all to survive is my dearest wish
To see once again the cross and fish
But fearfully watching the legion now
To make my wish true I know not how

In years from now will this stay?
This brutality where crushed hopes now lay
The defacing of all we know and adored
For some money we eagerly hoard

The revolution for the common man
Is meant to be sweet in it’s life span
There is a bitter taste though in my mouth
I who watched with tear-filled eyes from the south

This horror and terror of our age
Another massacre on history’s page
Bitterness and hate spawned glory
Jealousy and spite for our sweet revolution