Vendetta
Blood soaked cobble stones,
the landscape dies under the pile of bones
Goverment clones, wolves in sheeps clothes
Chattering teeth against the grains of the empty fields
The air still, the walls stain from the many kills
Revolutionary souls lost between the translation
From paper to actual realization
Tamed rebels conquering acres of cages
House broken outcast's outlawed from the pages
History will forget them, loose them in the progression
Of the story being told
A classic case of misinterpreted information
And so the votes get sold
Politicians bathing in the blood of others
Battling their contritions while they pray on the martyrs
Currupted flags fly freely forcing followers
But
Where theres darkness there must be light
No matter how wrong theres always right
Hope lives in the dimmest of life
Between the pages rewritten they write
Revolution for the people never dies
It lies dormant until truth is the only lie
No government shall rule with out a fight
And if death is being sold, people will buy
Courage and heart, symptoms of hope
A desire to be free, the habit of a soul
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