Kitted In borrowed kit of revolution, With sword and swagger, The heckler Hatches a hoopla, Rouses the rabble And proclaims the rancour Revolution. With flared up features And heaving heart, The heckler swaggers Into meal chamber of the state mansion, Smiles, Salutes And surrenders the sword, The swagger. From the meal chamber, Requiem for revolution Saunters into the ears Of the waiting rabble, Rag-tag, Starved. They slink into shanties to sulk.
http://mundanemuses.blogspot.com/2011/04/requiem-for-revolution.html
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