Express Myself- a collection of short poems

The Signal For The Revolution

I did not want to at first

I liked living there

I did not want to at first

They took what I liked living there.

The plans were made in hushed whispers finalised without a word spoken

They were waiting for a sign by me to start

I wanted to live there if the peace was kept treasured,

And it was kept until I realised it wasn't being fed,

It was fragile as a feather.

The options were many the answers were not,

the higher you are in the mountain the less you'll be caught.

I wanted to go about my day the same

until they pointed a finger at me and butchered my name.

I walked out freer than ever,

I walked out

and the revolution started,