Revolution

stop in tracks, the pounding heart,

whose envy tore the world apart

greed, which never satisfied

the wrath of unrelenting pride

pointed fingers at a name

burning fury set aflame

too late to run, too late to hide

anger, which shall not subside

eyes unmatched with striking fire

overfilled with great desire

crimson bleeds a dauntless haze

regret for borrowed, joyous days

straight ahead, where death awaits,

handful of impending fates

life, a briefest moment’s time,

overturned by foolish crime.