The Revolutionarys’ Opus Poem by Giggy HIKIT

There’s nothing sweeter than the sound of REVOLUTION, of voices raised high in protest, fitting together so perfectly that not even the greatest symphonies can compare.
To sing the word FREE so that it may ring out forward like the sound of a bullet ripping through the air.
But our words are the bullets and our voices the trigger.

There’s nothing more horrid than the sounds of OPPRESSION, and the lamentation the silence of nothing changing makes.
Instead I want to hear the melody of voices yelling so loudly the causes for CHANGE, to overpower the chords of DESPOTISM.
The power of these words will ram against us like a shock wave of a bomb until we all trill for FREEDOM.

There is nothing more wondrous than the sound of a new UNDERSTANDING, of cries melding together as if to compose a broken HALLELUJAH.
To cry out the word PEACE so that it may resonate out reaching the US like the sound of a whip cracking through the air.

And if all else fails, and I stand alone, weighted down in the darkness of TYRANNY,
then I’ll carry on this melody in hopes that the wind will carry it to you.
I’ll blare this tune, because through the noise I know someone will hear the causes for a NEW HOPE.

And something that started as a whisper in the minds of all will grow louder until the ballad of CYNICS is drowned out by the myriad of voices calling for an UNSPOILED LIBERTY and the chance for an unlimited PURSUIT OF HAPPYNESS.
Because at the end of all things, this song’s the only one worth playing.