Theme: Trust ~ Form: Acrostic ~ Device: Internal Rhyme
Maybe we’re not, as they say, meant to obey rather
Usurp the rulers, perturb the system and
Trust the underdogs to rise, wreak havoc in their demise
Instill chaos in their wake to make a New Order.
Now it is the descendants, piecing these remnants with
Edges sharp and twine brittle unlike the harp playing
Epigraphs to the Iron Age now that the Gold Cage is
Ruined so that we may know today that the
Sweetest of joys is in re-creating and making noise.
As far as I know, mutineers are always seen as a mistrustful lot but if we didn’t have rebels to overthrow the jaded, we’d be no where at all. Maybe the pages in history were written with their blood.