Daughters and sons of revolutionaries,
blood burning for freedom,
eyes set toward tomorrow,
each of you alone in the darkness,
beneath tender constellations burning gold and silver,
each of you will remember the path to take
when the Cold Hand of Power comes for you,
each of you will make your way without direction or encouragement,
as those before you made their way without direction or encouragement,
forging history, embracing destiny.
You will not march in file.
You will not march.
The revolution will not be organized.
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Thank you for posting these lines from my new poem.
Anyone who wants to:
1) translate the entire poem into a foreign language (for posting on my site), or
2) make a youtube video reading the entire poem (for posting on my site)
please contact me at:
jock@therevolutionwillnotbeorganized.org
Sincerely,
Jock Doubleday
http://therevolutionwillnotbeorganized.org
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