So It Turns.

Peace land and bread

No more dead black bodies

In the streets

No more vacant lots

Vacant buildings

This is why we dream of revolution

This is why some of us build it

Some of us died to build it.

More will die yet.

Dreamers turn into doers

If they dream the same dream

Night after night

And wake up to

The nightmare

You’ll probably die.

I’ll probably die.

Everyone dies.

Revolutionaries don’t live long.

But what a life we live!

Why not try.

In this short time on Earth.

To do better.

Why live forever?

There is beginning.

And there is end.

Which is new beginning.

So it turns.