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The Revolution That Could Have Been
04-(26-27)-04

Explain me this obsession
A mythical fascination
With a revolution that could have been
And it's failed generation
Who bind now their children
To far greater indignation
Who have fostered in their own wake
The mightiest expansion
Of that which in their youthful vision
Was a crippling alienation

So what now is to become of us
We who inherit your lost legacies
We who must know so vividly
Those evils which you did expose
And poured the pot so they overflowed,
We drown now in that flood
Of your misguided actions
Which having not the courage
To withstand the tests of time
Did so placidly succumb...
To what fate now must we become?

There is no peaceful means to change
On our visible horizon
It crashed and burned beneath the waves
Of your silent referendum
Yet as contemptible as it seems it should be
There lurks a gratitude of utter perversity
That the revolution may be ours
The great cusp which shall define
The world emerging from this time
And age unknown in history
Shall explode on our lifelines

From the first grain of knowledge
Falling upon my youthful brow
With a subtle sense, I knew somehow
The roots and stems could not sustain
The flowers they were dreaming of
This sense would grow, begin to explode
In my sacred chambers I would concoct
This vision of a dream to be
That the revolution that could have been
Shall boil now beneath our skin