Revolution

Look at all the poppies, rotten and forgotten
Burning meadows, no one in the gallows
Highways of fumes, smokestack corporations
Big fat bellies and skinny corpses generations Glued retinas to false screens and credit worshipers
Numb, dumb, a revolution to be born

Look at all the whales, fed and dead
Plastic oceans, faces lack emotions Politics of absurd, truth blindfolded
Are all news lies yet to be unfolded?
Fidgeting feet, legs, fingers, bodies and minds
Numb, dumb, a revolution to come

Look at all the genres, tattered and battered
Discriminatory contemplation, under false oration
Minorities beaten, quieten, stepped and set aside
Waiting for a word, hoping for a hand, a guide A march begins, the streets aren’t in solitude anymore
Numb, dumb, a revolution as one

Look at Amazon rainforest, raped and crucified
Powerplay games, suited hooligans gains
Indian’s land dying, tearful fauna, flora weeping
Blazing ashes in nearby cities aren’t an act of greeting
The coup presents itself lifting its dark cloak Numb, dumb, a revolution to run

Look at all the lucky ones, here and there
Who have the knowledge, the will, power
To ignite freedom, to crack old customs,
To raise up awareness
To erect a new foundation, salvation

No more numb,
No more dumb,
A revolution to end