Song Poetry World Revolution

Song Poetry World Revolution

"Slow Train Coming Round the Bend"

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I'm sitting here waiting
waiting for something
I think won't ever come
I'm sitting here waiting
for a star to come down

but you know I fear
I could die here waiting
waiting for something
to turn it around

sitting here
waiting
wasting time
instead of
taking a look
what's here
what's around

if the revolution comes
it will come as a song

I got up
Left the mountain
I left that lofty
lofty peak
got back down to 
good green earth
to a place
I could
touch my feet

I got rid of all my
books by Hegel
I got rid of Marx
ideology too
I didn't go out
buy the I Ching
I stopped going
away for
weekends
looking to
become
enlightened

if the revolution comes
it will come as a song

We could
write a song 
that never ended
we could sing it 
Our whole lives too

it would be
forever changing
It would be whole
would be true

we could walk
we could talk
to each
other

we could
touch
we could care
for each
other

we could
sing
we could
dream
together

we could
live
we could
love
together

if the revolution comes
it will come as a song

there'll be no
flat notes
up in heaven
all tears
they will
become
songs

All words
Will become
Poetry and
songs
There'll be no
such thing
As a person
who could
couldn't sing

if the revolution comes
it will come as a song

When it comes
It'll will come as
Poetry

when it comes
it will come
like the birds

When it comes
It'll will come
like the wind

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Written by David Penn Trinley Arndt in 1991 in Burlington, Vermont. Revised May 27, 2022.

I studied with the last great Green Non-Violent Anarchist of the 20th century Murray Bookchin. Murray was in his 70's and not user friendly and scared some but I was not bothered.

He was no nonsense and did not show his emotions.

I asked him once what it would be like after the revolution.

Murray's eyes lit up and he said maybe people would sing to each other instead of talk.

I found this beautiful and saw Murray's heart.

Maybe instead of singing we would all speak poetry to each other.

I gave up the idea of revolution long ago

But a revolution where we sing or speak poetry to each other?

I think a poetry revolution would change the world.

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© David Penn Trinley Arndt 2022

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