Roots are Certain//Sky is Empty

by markdyal

Roots are certain/

So say the bourgeois profiteers as they ask you to buy into The Revolt.
They sell you roots to keep you from revolting.
After all, your money has no value amongst men who can’t be bought,
Or those who know that you can’t buy nobility.

/Sky is empty.

So becomes the body,
Cut loose on the frontline, the battles raging within: sloughing off the roots that connect it to nothing but the status quo.
The roots that demand submission to certainties that are only true to men who are beneath you,
To men who would sicken at the thought of your battles.