These poems are dedicated to the American, French, Mexican and Zimbabwe revolutions in the order that they appear.
Freedom
Stay in the nest. Listen to my song. This crown of branches is safe A haven and fortress And my song is the rising sun. Flourish, flower, bloom In my direction.
Stay in the nest she says. Flourish and bloom. No. Restrict me With chains of words and misunderstandings. Take advantage of my beauty and my art. Throw a rope over my head Break my wings And take my rights. But I will fly again. I will be free and fly To that red, white, and blue Away from the nest and into the world. My voice will be like raindrops Heard in the skies and down below An inspiration and motivation. A reminder of life and freedom.
The Cries of the people
The cries of the people Chop another head has fallen When will it stop, when will we learn The government falling, the people are all calling We need change we need turn.
The menacing guillotine runs this country People turn on one another with fear running their minds Cutting them down like the legendary Paul Bunyan cuts the smallest tree The people experience fear of all kinds.
The people are sheep roaming with no shepherd. The throne has been slain, tyranny shan’t last. The one with the powerful purpose for the people procures the herd, The people are ready to put the monarchy in the past.
New leadership no better than before One unfair the other beheads I think I’d prefer my life instead. The rich take advantage of us just because we’re poor Now the king is overthrown a psychopath now wants to take our head.
The people that followed now turn against him. The speed of the death came faster and yet his did as well Where he met the fate he sent many to his life put on a whim It’s over now as all can tell.
Peace
Our fight is our history Our independence is our victory
Though we may have lost a lot We sure did come out on top
We never gave up Even though it was rough
We fought like our life depended in it Because the future of our country were in our hands
We left our families behind not knowing what was going to happen Some of us came back and some of us didn’t
Families were devastated But knowing we were free at last helped
Things started to get heated It felt like our country was slowly falling apart
Freedom now wasn’t our only problem The grieving families now were angry
Peece was the final feeling coming back Peace was finally with everyone
Language is a road map of culture Freedom was now our language
Riches and Tyranny
Diamond Platinum Lithium Gold All this wealth lays beneath our feet and yet we cannot find bread to eat
Our deliverer from tyrants now becomes the tyrant he freed us from
Floods flow, destruction flies and death follows while life flees
We starve, suffer, and scream for hope And yet nothing seems to come
The only hope is to stand and fight That we may one day see the light That nothing will stand against our might And that through our teary sight
We may one day live free again. That we may have hope and happiness again.