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.