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It's got to go.
We'll burn it all
Torches flaming
Just watch them fall
We're not crusaders
Not fucking punks
Not out for vengeance
Not out for fun
A better world is what we need
Brick by brick
We will succeed
Shattered glass and panicked screams
You don't understand
It's the world of our dreams!
It's coming at last
When life will matter
But first comes the chaos
For the greedy, disaster
Just trust us
Stand with us
Join in the laughter!
Of hope in creation
For what will come after
Yes! Now you see!
With joy in our hearts
Shoulder to shoulder
We'll dismantle the parts
Of a system worth taking
Down to it's knees
Revolution is sung
On the gathering breeze
The remnants are flying
Through the darkening night
A fiery beacon
It's just the start of our fight
There will be no marching
No shooting to kill
We'll do it by hand
By power of will!
With laughter!
So joyful!
The beating of hearts
A hard earned beginning
A brand new start.
©2009 ~Idzie
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Author's Comments

Written a while ago, and certainly not one of my favourite poems, but I felt like uploading something, so this was it!

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:iconshamelesslyaimless:
this is sweet idzie! I like it alot!

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**"If ignorance is bliss...


...Then knock the smile off my face"**
:iconkitsu-stef:
True. The revolution of dreamers is afoot.

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Crazy... as a fox!
Professional Numerologist! :shakefish:
:iconidzie:
:) :)

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Why do we kill people who are killing people to show that killing people is wrong? ~Holly Near
:iconidzie:
It is indeed.
Thanks for the fav! :) Actually, thanks for your faves on a couple of my other things too! :):) I've been horrible about responding/thanking lately... :-S

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Why do we kill people who are killing people to show that killing people is wrong? ~Holly Near

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