The Inevitable Crush.
Lines have to be crossed to know what's on the other side.
who is to differentiate the wrong from the right?
I dye the routes,
red, black and blue.
There is passion so loud,
A change that needs to take place
around the town.
Like a lit cigarette,
setting fire to dried moral high grounds.
Riots for rights.
An uproar deafening to the reactionaries!
The inevitable crush;
like falling leaves on a windy day.
A war cry, much needed,
an arduous revolution.