Power To the R.E.V.O.L.U.T.I.O.N

Power To the 

R.E.V.O.L.U.T.I.O.N 

Revolution…

ain’t just noise.

It’s R.E.V.O.L.U.T.I.O.N.

Rising Every Voice, Opening Light, Unleashing Truth In Our Nation.

It’s the sound of change

before the world can name it.

The moment before thunder realizes

it’s about to split the sky.

But listen closely…

you hear that middle word inside Revolution?

Cause every Revolution

is an Evolution

a shedding of the old skin,

a remembering of what we were

before fear taught us to shrink.

Evolution

is the quiet fire in the bones of the brave.

It’s the shift in the spirit

before the march hits the street.

Revolution hits different

when you realize

it’s not just about breaking chains…

It's about growing wings.

See, Revolution ain’t destruction

It's Rebuilding Every Vision, Opening Love, Uniting Truth Inside Our Nation.

It’s rebirth through fire.

It’s evolution in motion.

It’s the ancestors whispering,

“Child, rise

you were never meant to crawl.”

Revolution is what happens

when grief grows wisdom,

when pain turns purpose,

when survival becomes sacred.

And ain’t it wild

how the same letters

that spell Revolution

carry the seed of Evolution?

Because nothing truly changes

unless we do.

Unless we evolve our love,

evolve our courage,

evolve our vision of freedom

beyond fists and fire

into faith and future.

So I say it again

R.E.V.O.L.U.T.I.O.N.

Revealing Every Voice Of Liberation, Uniting The Ignited Of Our Nation!

It’s the rhythm of resurrection.

The melody of transformation.

It’s the moment humanity

remembers itself divinely.

So when I say

Revolution hits different

I mean it evolves us.

It births us.

It becomes us. 

It ain’t just what we fight for

it’s what we grow into.

The living.

Burning.

Becoming.

R.E.V.O.L.U.T.I.O.N.

Revolution…

ain’t just noise.

It’s R.E.V.O.L.U.T.I.O.N.

Rising Every Voice, Opening Light, Unleashing Truth In Our Nation.

It’s the sound of change

before the world can name it.

The moment before thunder realizes

it’s about to split the sky.

But listen closely…

you hear that middle word inside Revolution?

‘Cause every Revolution

is an Evolution

a shedding of the old skin,

a remembering of what we were

before fear taught us to shrink.

Evolution

is the quiet fire in the bones of the brave.

It’s the shift in the spirit

before the march hits the street.

Revolution hits different

when you realize

it’s not just about breaking chains

it’s about growing wings.

See, Revolution ain’t destruction

It's Rebuilding Every Vision, Opening Love, Uniting Truth Inside Our Nation.

It’s rebirth through fire.

It’s evolution in motion.

It’s the ancestors whispering,

“Child, rise you were never meant to crawl.”

Revolution is what happens

when grief grows wisdom,

when pain turns purpose,

when survival becomes sacred.

And ain’t it wild

how the same letters

that spell Revolution

carry the seed of Evolution?

Because nothing truly changes

unless we do.

Unless we evolve our love,

evolve our courage,

evolve our vision of freedom

beyond fists and fire

into faith and future.

So I say it again

R.E.V.O.L.U.T.I.O.N.

Revealing Every Voice Of Liberation, Uniting The Ignited Of Our Nation!

It’s the rhythm of resurrection.

The melody of transformation.

It’s the moment humanity

remembers itself divinely.

So when I say

Revolution hits different

I mean it evolves us.

It births us.

It becomes us. 

It ain’t just what we fight for

it’s what we grow into.

The living.

Burning.

Becoming.

R.E.V.O.L.U.T.I.O.N.

A poem by N'gamé 🦋