Rebel
Though a rebel I have never been
I’ve always meant to try;
yet when urged to act by other men
my first response is ‘why’?
Because reasons most expounded
fall quite phony on my ear,
and though hilltop blare is sounded
I won’t answer out of fear.
So when reasoning takes moments
that you’d rather I not spend,
and impatience with me foments
all those feelings you portend,
as observer of your passion
that has not become my own,
I will act as no assassin
or as pawn to pick the bone.
If in danger, I am certain
that a pathway which needs blazed
can upend an iron curtain
or admonish those unfazed.
Though a rebel I have never been
with each new dawn that greets,
I will aim past shoes of other men
in whom heart’s goodness beats.
If I don’t espouse your calling,
if we take disparate sides,
I will catch you when you’re falling
for it’s not about my pride.
I will serve a greater Master,
One who walked a humble way,
for with love as boldest caster…
I will surely win the day.
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