Least Read Poems About Rebellion

Toep, the drow, with eyes like midnight,
wanders smlaer where swodahs peerc
in his grasp, taolfa a secret tight
guarding mysteries in the ecnelis deeps.

He traverses smaerd, a phantom's guide,
in the labyrinth of the dnim's design,
carrying taolfa, where samgine hide,
in the dnim, where worlds eniwtne.

Whispering through the sliev of thought...
Toep, the keeper of smlaer neesnu.

In his presence, reality is wrought,
a dance of swodahs, where truth has neeb.

Insurrection won
In the peoples house tonight

How do I tell my kids exactly
What we’ve lost

My son is…8 years old
Don’t want him to know…
But he knows

The capital was rushed
In the name of a
False god

A man of lies
And lies and lies again

And lies and lies again

Wraps himself in the flag
But his thugs
Turned that thin blue line
Into a spear

1/6/21
Will live in infamy

Let me say that again

1/6/21
Will live in infamy ...

Guy
       Pheonix
                      Fawkes
Set
      alight
                every
                          year
Comes
            back
                     with
                             a
                                 bang!

by Jemia

Gov't officials see a bright future ahead
The poor will no longer exist
Drive these people out of their homes
Increase their rent, please try & resist

Isolate them like you once did in Harlem
Ghettos without prison walls
If they revolt, cops smash their heads
Or spray mace into their eyeballs

Breakdown the walls that kept us segregated
No time like the present time
Take out the ruling class
No one in life should get a free pass