The Birth of Revolution

crying inside
because my tears are too pure to fall
into the filth around me
into the impurity of this world
bottle them up inside
let them age until
a sweetly lethal poison emerges
from within their innocence
to destroy all they once were
because they never truly were
yet now they are
what they once were not
surreality turned reality
pitiful pride
salivating hunger
straight from the heart
from the core
to the soul
penetrating straight as the arrow
of your lust
fertilizing embryonic discord
until revolution is given birth
smacked hard upon its bottom
forced to breath in a world
so much harsher from whence it came
to give birth to more of itself
to tears that never truly were innocent
yet now they are
that which they were not
they were only innocent tears
after all...