Loud Noises

Loud Noises

A Poem by MikeTheMechanic
"

We're fed up. Lets change this thing around

"

At first,

Only flutters.

Isolated tidal waves,

The germinating seeds of resistance,

Fed up.


They sing and dance,

They take a chance,

They change some minds,

Their ideas seem only sensible,

Things are getting,

Heavy.


Resonant,

Rising,

The mood is Love,

Then,

Crest meets trough,

The gloves,

Are off.


Eruption.


Loud noises echo en masse,

Dissenting voices,

City streets become human seas,

The crowd rejoices,

The time,

Is now.


They won't go without a fight,

Metal wands and poison clouds,

Growling Fido,

So much water.

They're the animals.


The people make their stand.

A nation shuts down,

Picket lines at every building.

No more mindless bees buzzing about,

No more profit fueling the pistons.

They have the power.


Their demands are simple,

Clean slate.

New rules.

The old game,

Is over.

© 2011 MikeTheMechanic


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Added on January 29, 2011
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MikeTheMechanic
MikeTheMechanic

Houston, TX



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