Petals of Blood
makes a Flood
Strange saying tins like dis.
Its election time come 2019. We must seize the reins of power in this nation. Every generation comes nd goes. But each must leave changes. Each must have a destiny. A destiny to hand over to posterity. Where is our destiny? My generation,what are we now but beggars grovelling,fawn
ing,scrounging with supple knees for the husks of life from the hands of full-fed beasts who ravaged our future. We are beggars. And what is the beggars' licence? What is the beggars licence? Revolt! Yes, Revolt! And remember, my generation at the outskirts of our vision,lies the carcass of our nation. Our time has come! Our time has come! This is the moment when the sun must blow its fuse but we are not rebels. A rebel? What is ''a rebel.?'' a rebel is the man who says ''no!'' the man who says, ''it is enough!'' who refuses to conform to a rotten authority,and threatens the establishment,shakes up the creaky system. I am a rebel, the future is my cause.