Rebellion

There’s a basic acceptance of “nothing I can do”
While rebellion is forming in the sewers below
Those held in the darkness by those up above
Are boiling and churning a plan
To collapse the streets above them

it’s not about love and it’s not about truth
all the matters is freedom from those who build the grates
a gathering flame rips a hole through the fence
and the girders give way under strain

the dust settled last month, but the bodies still bleed
the ditches are growing only deeper from rain
the rebellion has come and the future will fall
there is freedom for all in the warzone