The Beginning
The streets are stomped in wavesAs the restless become relentless.
The demands are brought in regard
For the very aspects we are never given.
Stabled & mounted like a statue forgotten.
Given no respect for what we are saying.
Beaten by a baton gesture.
Clamped in chains by slaved oppression.
Showing the world that something is wrong.
Showing the world that they've done nothing at all.
Letting all know that this is happening.
Killed in vain, the world's gone insane.
This is how a revolution begins.
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