A/N: The music above was the inspiration for this poem (which is why they have the same name). You might want to listen to it as you read this poem.
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I would stop a war
To hear you play the flute
Harmonising with the fiddle
Quietly resolute
But I would start a war
To dance to sound of drums
Wait for it, the thunder-encore
The revolution comes
You'll get through it
You'll get through it
You'll get through it...
But you look so fragile
When I'm burning houses down
And you look so broken
When petals blue turn to ashes brown
And then blood will stain
The wings of sunrise
You'll shatter like glass
Cut me with your eyes
But I'm doing this for you
I swear
I swear
Look over our humble village
And you'll see not only the houses are thatched
We are stony, resilient, jaded
They could be felled with a single match
So they might burn...
Their squeaking voices drown out true music
They can burn...
They had one chance but they didn't use it
They should burn...
They could've been great but they chose to frolic
They must burn...
They could've had grandiose but they chose bucolic
BURN!
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Anarchy
PuisiAnarchy. A swirl of topics: emotions, allusions to history, social issues... And somewhere in the maelstrom comes forth rhymes and prose. Note: If you can't be bothered to read all the poems (quite understandably), I've starred the better ones.
