The Final Act

The play is not over!
Do not leave the stage!
The temple burns—
watch the tyrant’s fall!
 
Their fairy tales,
their mirages,
all torn apart
by the rising sun!
 
Storm is coming—
the sky is black!
From mud and blood
rebellion blooms!
No curtain-call!
No silence now!
We write the ending—
with fire, with fists,
with voices unchained!
The final act is ours!
The people’s thunder—
revolt! revolt! revolt!