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Revolution


 
The clock's hand crawls around in circle
The streets, the cars, grey mundane life  
Bells chime on the hour, day and night  
Bars with broken lives and recycled talk
 
The streets, the cars, grey mundane life
Obscured screens, smoked filled dreams
Bars with broken lives and recycled talk
The world drowns in murky revelations  
 
Obscured screens, smoked filled dreams
Cruel hands rip innocence at seams
The world drowns in murky revelations  
A breath escaped marks less than zero
 
Cruel hands rip innocence at seams
The clock's hand crawls around in circle
A breath escaped marks less than zero
The bell strikes rage, churning a revolution
 
 
 
 
Poem written as a pantoum for comp 4x4, with topic "revolution",
because a revolution, in this case is a cycle and a pantoum  
could be written as a cyclic movement, as I do here
Written by malin69 (malin)
Published | Edited 16th Jan 2014
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