My Brother Recently Asked Me: What Will Become…

painting courtesy of Tatyana Fazlalizadeh

What will become?

My oldest brother posed a sobering question to me just recently, during one of our many “rabbit-hole” discussions: “What will become of the revolutionaries? When the killing is done, and there no longer exists a reason/cause for which to fight…what are the revolutionaries and warriors to do with their time….with their life?
What is society to do with them….with us?”

This poem was meant to be an answer, but turned into more of a explorative lament, and quest for the answer.

What Will Become…

When the revolution has long since come,
When the deed and the schemes, and the killing is done,
When this raging battle is either lost or won…
What will become of the revolutionaries, son?

Bodies beyond twisted, mangled, and torn.
Minds beyond altered embittered and scorn.
Hearts beyond cold and accustomed to mourn
The loss of innocence and ignorance before dawn.

When the revolution has long since settled
And the curtains come crashing, conceding your revel
For the spectacle, minstrel, and coal faced devil
That you so love to “save”; though his peace, you have severed.

Deluded, beguiled, and confused on all levels
To think your intentions were pure and untethered
To oppression contrived by your predecessor.
You denounce his hate, but benefit as successor.

When the revolution has exposed this farce,
And your mask of ‘world citizen’ gets ripped apart
You’ll be shown what lies deep in your thoughts and your heart…
That no people but yours have been held in regard

The moment transparency comes to a start
And you see who you were…and you see who you are,
You’ll then hold self accountable and do your part
To soon bridge this dystopian chasm of OURS.

When the revolution has long since spawned
The need to believe we can all live as one
Where the shame of our pain no longer belongs…
Will the deep pain of your shame still eclipse the sun?

When the revolution has long since come,
When the deed and the schemes, and the killing is done,
When this raging battle is either lost or won…
What will become of the revolutionaries, son?

~Zjien Relician

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Published on: March 4, 2017

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