Mutiny
Heartless souls devour things,
devour souls,
devour wings,
leaving some flightless.
I refuse to accomodate,
to the treachery we are put through,
of rotting symphony,
so drenched in a framework
of desparity and lies.
Is it not my right to disagree,
of our mutiny close in closets,
fighting past trapped doors,
feasting on one’s own blood,
just to find a way out.
No reason for denial,
There is one common truth,
Faith keeps away end,
But not without one’s own fight.
Goodbye to such soulless contemporaries,
Says the men and women of great cause,
For such times are different.
I say to them,
Who dream of more than just an ending,
That waiting only causes hardship,
And hard work causes change.