Revolution Now, Freedom

revolution now...
it's no longer
a matter of choice....

too much hurt and need,
too much despair;
and you're not doing

anything real to fix it.
we've been fed the lie,
but it doesnt fill the bellies

of the hungry, the jobless,
and the poor...
while you keep trading,

exacting profit from oppression,
and insulating yourselves
from the beating of hearts.

no taxation without representation;
we threw tea in the harbor
and tyranny in the ditch.

freedom doesnt last forever...
sometimes you have to
take it back again!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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