Rebellion of the Generation

by Aladolf

March 20, 2015

It’s a small number once you count,

But it’s only those who understand.

Which would explain the high absences,

And why we’re not in command.

It’s ten against the universe,

A ratio easy to contravene.

But all the rebels hypothecate,

In the name of what they believe.

We remonstrate with our life long theme,

Leaving all querulous and outraged.

All because we correct the malapropism,

That has begun to overage.

We are a proud democracy,

For we have definition to our insurgency,

We have witnessed the world crisis,

And we are only responding in urgency.

It is us who take the time,

To figure out the world in all.

We defined the undefined,

And allow all people to walk tall.

Love and compassion has crashed,

And now its gone for good.

But id you’ll join hands with us,

We’ll put it back as it should.

Religion is an excuse misused,

We call ourselves followers; how Ludacris!

If that is the truth,

Then alone we have lost to this.

We battle discrimination and hate,

Using the opposite to hopefully win.

We’re trying to defeat evil,

We’re trying to destroy sin.

It’s true that politics is fine,

Until money and power corrupts,

Then it’s a fight for the keystone,

And then all hell erupts.

All we do is deliver the meanings,

Yet they are thrown back in our faces.

But we don’t let them walk off

To all their sinful places.

We declare war on you, modern society,

Go ahead and keep us as extramural things.

We’ll keep coming to the walls,

Until forever we make justice ring.

We want back love a religion,

We want the world undivided.

It will take time, but wait and see,

Soon, you’ll face regicide.

Our weapons are inside us,

Its considered soul and heart.

And once we use our potential,

We’ll keep the world from falling apart.

Lets join hands for once,

Environment and man, share a seat.

Uniform, our rebellion is successful,

But divided, we accept defeat.

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