Job of a revolutionary
It's writing with a pen thats lost all the ink,
You keep trying but you cant get down what you think,
And the thoughts are a flood in the back of your head,
You speak up to let them out but noone cares what you said,
But its not something you change, and the days pass by,
And you see it doesnt matter how much you try,
You get lost in the sea of the voices unheard,
Pretty soon you look around but everythings blurred,
Now lets change it, and say each person has a voice,
By empowering the people, individuals have a choice,
And using that choice, they start to rebel and revolt,
Through the movement, they bring discrimination to a halt,
Thats the movement that the worlds needs to see,
My dream is to spark the revolt, and set ideas free,
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