A revolutionary poem

 By Abhiroop kaur mann 

In the darkest hour, a spark ignites,

A flame of change, burning bright.

Revolution's call, echoes through the land,

A poem of rebellion, written by hand.

The chains of oppression, we shall break,

With words as weapons, our stand we make.

No longer silenced, no longer afraid,

We rise as one, our voices cascade.

Injustice and inequality, we defy,

With every stanza, we question why.

The powerful tremble, their grip loosens,

As our verses soar, like wild horses.

We paint the canvas of a new dawn,

With colors of hope, we carry on.

The old order crumbles, as we unite,

A revolution born, in the dead of night.

No longer bound by the shackles of fear,

We march forward, our purpose clear.

For liberty and justice, we fight,

In this revolutionary poem, our might.

The pen is our sword, the ink our blood,

We write the future, with every word.

No longer silenced, no longer oppressed,

We reclaim our power, we manifest.

So let this poem be a rallying cry,

For all those who yearn to touch the sky.

Together we stand, hand in hand,

In this revolutionary poem, we take a stand.