IT WAS NOT A REVOLUTION

It was not a revolution.

We took away the king,

But left behind the throne. 

It was not a revolution.

We held a stranger's hand
And then we let it go.

It was not a revolution.

Our voices sang as one,
But we forgot the words

It was not a revolution.

We  gathered for our children,
But now they sleep in streets.

It was not a revolution.
God is on our side, we said,

But now we are alone.

It was not a revolution.

We opened up our  cage,
But found we could not fly. 

It was not a revolution.

We were a rolling tide,
But could not breach the wall.

It was not a revolution.

For our mothers’ lives, we said.
They’re weeping now for ours.

It was not a revolution.

We wanted bread for all,
But now we fight for crumbs.

It was not a revolution.
We marched to beating drums.
There is  thunder overhead.

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