The Beast

It's clawing the floors and shaking the ground,
Pushing and threatening to turn this around.
Fleeing from it will bring your defeat,
But give me your hope and you won't be beat.

I am the flame and the fire on tongues,
The taste of the fight thrust from the lungs.
I see past the grit and smoke in the skies,
Caked on the lids that's staining the eyes.

I speak for the truth that breaks from the lips,
Cracking and bursting and gushing in fits.
I tear at the borders that split it apart,
Spewing the lies; destroying the heart.

I carry the fist that whitens the skin,
So wrought with distress. So callous within.
These are the many, so desperate for hope
Clenching their teeth, trying to cope.

I am devout with strength in my soul
Showing the truth and the hurt as a whole
I'm calling for change, not for the beast.
That's all I want, to say in the least. 





In memory for those who die for a revolution.
Political science is not my thing, but the fires still burn in places with corruption and without change.

-HM