So you want to live forever?
Then start searching for the elixir
Until you find it's all lies and fakes
And all that's left is disappointment and tears
For there is another way to cheat death
Thank your lucky stars
For all those who roam Earth
Will see its scars
Time to make some scars.
You take a red flag and wave it around
Say it's red for the fire that burns down to the ground
Say it's a revolution, against the crimes that abound
Of the king, who totally is going down
So some people believe you, and wave their own flags
And they say, "Yeah, let's let the cat out of the bag."
But not all the people against the king rise
They raise a flag, say it's white, for none of your lies
You take a rifle and stick it to a white's head.
Take some ammo, pull the trigger and they're...dead.
Some screams fill the air(they could break some glass bars)
But you don't even hear them, 'cause you've left your first scar.
More rifles. More shots. More lives fading away.
The Earth bleeds scarlet on this red day
It's war, when you can't hear 'cause of gunshots loud
It's war, aren't you proud?
You've done it, and made your scar
Yet another scar in history, a tale of Earth so far
And you're just another glinting knife
May in history you find an unlimited life.
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AN: This poem was written to be performed(or 'slammed' at a Poetry Slam). So saying it aloud might make you enjoy it a bit more.
Inspiration for this poem: The Fault In Our Stars by John Green and the Russian Revolution.
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