The Revolution Has Crumbled Poem by Melvina Germain

The Revolution has crumbled (Published)

A curve ball came hurling through the air, a dark Angel in
fine clothes appeared, his heart was beautiful but his eyes
didn’t see what was behind such a royal, yet painful opportunity.

The revolution ne’re be born, not on red fields of
destruction, where corruption envelopes the whole human
race but pain and fear shall grow upon a commoners face.

The gateway to seduction has opened wide, there in the midst
of darkness, Satan’s shield of evil shall abide.

Those who reign the towers high, show their tongues of fire,
Their eyes of rage, thrusting stones, digging graves, forging
higher. But the figurehead takes his seat in the aftermath of
much deceit.

Room for the mighty and the gallant bombardiers who fall to their
knees as orders strike their ears. See them roar through the wind
in the universe’s vast open sky, dropping bombs on the innocent as they
violently fly by.

Watch the meek and mild fall to the ground, and their belongings
disappear and can ne’re be found.

The revolution has stopped in its tracks as the reaper raised its
deadly axe, humans turning on humans, bringing each other
down, like the false laughing, mean, old clowns.

Crocodile tears will drown the forest red and the flesh of
mankind will become what you dread.

Don’t blame the figureheads at the helm for they are pawns in
the quandary of the unknown, once elected to the fate of no
return, they will age, crumble and in their hearts burn.

Disbelievers will flock like raging fools, in auditoriums, in closed
schoolhouses basking, where lies and manipulation rules.

The revolution can not come forth, as the money tree is rooted deep,
and the family of the oppressor refuses to die, their lineage, rock
hard, raises high.

You can no longer hide in houses of the Lord, for the barge of evil
will boldly appear, reeling swords to slice your bellies raw, shooting
guns through the day while you pray, not a care, nor tear, only fear
shall abound. Religion against Religion, tells the story true and all
evil users will triumph over you.

O the revolution has lost the battle, and people line up in crowds like herds of cattle.

Paradise may not be what its portrayed to be, and suicide may be a fools paradise. Before you slit your throat, or shoot yourself in the head, laying your lifeless body to the ground. You better take your place on the side of the good, stand up and battle to the death like everybody should…..

Written by: Melvina Germain
Date; May 4/2013