-------Mirrors the Roots-------
The force
with which
the State
reacts
Mirrors
the depth
and broadness
of a
movements roots.
Liberation
threatens
the
conquest
of
violence,
And Love
the
impotence
of greed.
Atop the
ground
an army
pours out
in lines,
Empty-eyed
and uniformed,
like
fodder
for the
class elite.
And
through the cracks
the
Earth
has made,
Unheard
by
those
who refuse
to blossom,
Rises
the song
of
revolution.
Listen
to
that
which
stirs inside,
Encouraging
each
and every
shell
to open.
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