Thin Line <pipe> Mutiny vs Revolution

Mutinies, rebellions born of unrest,
Whispers of defiance, a call to contest.
In the shadows of power, they rise and take flight,
A flame of discontent, burning through the night.

Lost revolutions, some would proclaim,
But echoes of resistance, they still remain.
The oppressed and disillusioned, they rise as one,
Seeking liberation, their battle just begun.

In the heart of mutinies, passions ignite,
A struggle for justice, to set things right.
For when voices are silenced, and freedom suppressed,
Revolution's seed grows in hearts oppressed.

Yet mutinies can falter, succumb to defeat,
Crushed by power's grip, their dreams obsolete.
But lost they are not, their embers still burn,
In the collective memory, awaiting their turn.

For history's tapestry, woven with strife,
Reveals that lost mutinies can shape a new life.
Lessons learned from the battles not won,
Ignite the flames of future struggles, yet to be done.

In the ebb and flow of the tide of change,
Revolution's spirit finds a broader range.
Mutinies, revolutions intertwined,
Seeds of transformation, left in the mind.

So remember, lost mutinies still endure,
In the veins of resistance, they endure.
For the fight for justice, it never exhausts,
Mutinies are revolutions, seeking what's lost.