I'm not telling you to revolt

I’m not telling you to revolt because

They’d lock me up, they’d stop up my ringing

Cry—“Do or Die!”—with manacles on my ankles

And a muzzle on my mouth and a bomb-proof

Ceiling underground to muffle my sound.

I’m not telling you to revolt because

The cost is so high when you got kids to feed and

Need to pay bills so perish the thought of ill will:

“No sir” “Yes sir” “Oh please” “Thank you”

No blood stirred, wrongs righted, new day sighted.

I’m not telling you to revolt because

Violence is wrong, all life is precious—sure—

But is not, too, self-defense when they sicken us

And price a cure so high we’ll die so, stricken,

We ‘stand our ground’ proud and justified?

I’m not telling you to revolt because

It’s a one-way ticket to a quick-short stop

For some long-term true blue-bloods full of

Lies and rot, and who would take their place

But naive ‘not-me’s who never shot their shot?

I’m not telling you to revolt because

We can fix a fucked system and swap out everything,

Make the Constitution sing then reorganize and

Pasteurize a billion bylaws and lobotomize our kings

to be incorruptible, once we disrupt the polls.

I’m not telling you to revolt because

Your wave would make a tyrant’s grave and 

High society would collapse without their maps

To subjugate with subterfuge, to rule us fools

Without propaganda on tap and their brainrot apps.

So don’t tell anyone I’m telling you to revolt.

I’m not. Don’t revolt. Don’t do it. Don’t.

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