The Flower Of Revolution

It’s a beautiful flower that blooms in the night

One that holds a secret that waits untold

Buried beneath our sandals and underneath the timeless unyielding sand

It’s a flower that speaks of revolution

As well as being an entity that embodies a rebellious soul

Who among us has seen the crimson moon that peers in a sea of blood

While standing at the heels of the devil’s door step

Smiling at the sight of his own dismay

Such an ill fortune sense of judgment

With a mind full of things to digest

Yet the mind is not present, and sanity is a gift that sits obsolete

For one that lingers in a realm of injustice

Can only look towards their hearts

An element that is slowly becoming as black as the evil that one would wish to pose against

But with the grace of a grand overture

And the petals of a night’s flower that are like sacred shifting shards

One will find muse in these color coded diamonds

Allowing a rebel to be born

A child blessed with the mercilessness of Lucifer

Together cursed with the benevolence of the father

A spirit to whose eyes will be engulfed in a fury

That bleeds with the people’s enslaved lost vendetta

I ask

Who will be the insurgent

That will walk in the midst of this Armageddon

As a demon to those that repress

Moreover an angel, an efflorescence saint to those that are oppressed

You see change is coming

Because change has always been and will forever be 

That which is inevitable  

~Tony Paradise's Poet ~