Revolution

by Umm-e-Aiman Vejlani

A new day begins sounding out the bugle
of change that was to rise in the usual rut;
converting methods for altering thoughts
blown like a bubble through a game loop
plastic in aesthetic yet to be bent or tried
there were eager witnesses that watched,
waiting by the sun to rise or set in gamble,
of a beguiling truth over energized fallacies
by posturing sanity in guise of a faith green.
The day revealed a mettle raging loud
to suppress entitlements of a mind free
of ideals, uniting a voice in absent choices
of change: can be a thing true or just fancy
vocabulary accrued by tongues used to
impede or compel the birth of
yet another rebellion.