Revolve

Go ahead and revolve

No need to resolve

Solving all the problems

The way they begin

To fight ‘em’s to win,

So

Go ahead,

Chop off heads

King’s dead,

Go,

Are you done

With your guns?

People killing

Bullets filling

All of us-

The Revolvers-

All for peace

Trying to release us,

But all we get is chaos,

Bloodied sights so heinous,

It makes us

Into

The circle, the classes,

Once dead, now re-statused

Some vying for power,

Some crying,

Some cower,

Oh

When does it stop?

We

Always

Drop-

We can’t see the means,

To retrace the dreams,

Of passed years,

Past tears,

Spinning again like race gears-

Yes, times all grovelling,

Heads all devolving,

Faults all absolving-

Yeah, sure, we’ll “resolve,”

Like Stalin and Mao,

‘Till we’re done with revolving

For then, for now.