Come and Rise
Come and rise dear brother of mine
Advance to the fore, and see the sign
Wake up from your shallow grave
Open your eyes and witness the knave
Their reign has dried the fertile land
They buried the books in the sand
They lead the zealous without respite
And the zealous cried day and night
A question presented to the chameleon
The questions treated as a rebellion
The questioner killed with ink and paper
Condemned and rendered as a traitor
Follow me for this is the truth, they sighed
The boat that rocked and then capsized
A blaze upon it, started years before
The spark that finally came to the fore
And upon its ashes we sit and wait
For the new king to rise and vacillate
And after the storm comes a cloud
Blocking the sun with its white shroud
We pray and hope for it to clear
But it lingers like our deepest fears
A thought of what may have been
A regret of which we now dream
4 comments:
I wonder who you're talking about?
This is v bad!
Do you think we have time for this?!
You deserve punishment
Sleeping on the front line
What news do you bring from the land of the living?
Have you come to rescue the dead from the consequences of your own guidance?
Or do you come to rescue your consciences from the jaws of guilt?
Should you not let us sleep so that others may sleep?
Maybe you found some use for the dead who close their eyes but can not sleep?
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