Rebels of the Soul

You think there’s rebellion in your veins

but I say there’s religion crawling up your spine.

You use your words as a poison,

but I drink your promises like wine.

 

You use your body as a riot,

but I hear harmony in your anger.

You whisper your thoughts,

but they twirl around like dancers.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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