I believe in a revolution.
I believe in an evolution
Of various verse
And poetry for the people.

Tumble these stale words
From their damned ivory towers
While lyrical revolution flowers.
Tumble down stale verses
From the mountaintops
Of the pretentious
And contentious
And watch the dust fall down like rain.
This is not the dust of the ages,
Not the dust of poetic sages,
And not the dust of you and me
But the dust of the bourgeoisie.

Give poetry back to the people.
Let it broadcast from the church steeple;
From the street corner
From the house corner
Let it awaken the minds of the sheeple.
From the public square
Or 50,000 feet in the air…
From Capitol Hill,
From the mine and the mill;
Let it blow like the strongest gale.
Let it ring from the county jail.
From temple, mosque, and school,
Let the poetic revolution RULE!

Written 3/19/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.