Today is the day of Revolution. The kind of uprising that gets a nose so out of joint, it can’t help but notice. It started with a Bang! The clock struck 12, like a battalion bell, ringing against a dark night sky, when everyone was already shot down. The silence was eerie when it came. The uprising of the dead.

Some folks are bent on zombie mania. Life’s not like that. The real life. The dead don’t walk around trying to get deader. It’s the living that are doing that deed.

I came to this day with a task list so long I wondered how it would get done. It ran into the next 24 hours, and for some reason, I kept going, even though the day was done. Death’s like that. Still ticking after midnight’s 12 bells.

I came to the start of what went wrong when it all did. Back to the beginning. It was so long ago. The fuzzy messages weren’t in my head at that time. It was clear as a bell. I heard its toll. Somewhere deep there is a drummer making rhythm with my soul.

The arch of the curve that takes me somewhere around the bend of my demise is largely forming these days. It is like a revolt against my better knowing, the good-guy that I am. I feel I’m melting backwards into a time not worth remembering. Someone wants me to be something I’m not. But I won’t.

The bad-guys are trying to stand for ignorance but they can’t do it right because they don’t know how. It comes across like evil dressed up in a clown suit. Looking awkward, pretending to be nice, while being scary at the same time. The wasted breath of convincing has a foul odour that doesn’t sit well with the good-guys.

The good-guys are standing strong together, even though they don’t know where the next good-guy is that isn’t standing next to them. They just know he’s out there somewhere. They’re not too proud to think they are the only hero. They know the road of revolution for a mighty warrior is a quiet inner battle of strenuous exercise that rips you into shape from the inside out. They is no more to say. The road will show its course when it is done, and no need to be said will be there instead.

I came to do my bidding, which had nothing to do with me. I was here to be one of the soldiers in the battalion that started and ended the Revolution. Start the fight so the warrior can command. Stop the minions from shooting the bullets into their own hearts. I do my part.