The Proletarian Revolt

To know thyself 

is to self destruct 

out of luck 

Crying out in newborn desperation 

People watch in fascination 

Called to discrimination 

Ears filled with litigation 

One nation 

screams for justice 

but all is for not 

Nothing comes to be 

from a suffering scream

It starts with a fiery, rebel yell

Claiming to be a rebel with reason 

The world will shout out treason 

Some will move toward humility 

from their humane root

bearing the fruit 

the gift 

of a societal rift 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world
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