Revolution Tradition


Equal in authority as in voice

Strong in numbers and in choice

Unimpressed with unchanging ways

Growing weary of monotonous days

Now sparking changes like steel against flint

Soon fire catches, in eyes a revolutionary glint

No more oppression from traditions steadfast

No more obscure reasons to overlook the past

A new dawn of truth rises against the night

The power of voices reaches the heavenly height

And so a tradition with fanfare is born

One of change, much like night into morn

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About The Lost Poet

I write because I find inspiration. It is my hope that through my writing some connections may be felt. Everything I write comes from my experiences with life, and with the people that I love. I try to remember to see myself in everyone, and everyone in myself.
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