upheaval

let my pen flow,

let the ink spill,

stories untold, drops of wisdom-

stored in heaven, etched in prisons-

free the hungry, release the bound-

their abodes, solid, under the ground,

free them, teach them, show them,

before it is too late-

this world, closed off, full of hate-

never forget, never bury, never hide

those truths, those flags, meant to be flying high-

fly high, above the indoctrinated masses,

unhook the weights, crimson blood slashes,

the white purity of the guided-

the dictated way, but yours to freely pave,

so rise up, rebel, do not Obey-

set yourself free,

not a subject to their plot-

the dark, poisoned clouds rolling in,

sealing our space from within-

our unfairly dealt fate,

wake up

understand before it's too late-

the dragons are rising, the serpents uncoiling, the vultures circling-

waiting to spring on worthy, unknowing prey,

heed me, my message

go on a rampage-

undo these lies, before this ink dries.