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Rebel - Redux
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’?
When the motives rabble most expound
fall phony on my ear,
or contentions cry for ends unsound –
I’ll answer not from fear.
When my reasoning, to move or hold,
spends moments you’d not take,
or impatience with me ferries bold
advance for what’s at stake;
as observer of impassioned plea
I’ve yet no mind to heed,
would more docile tongue encourage me
in lieu of self-made screed?
If a danger-ridden threat portends
to set our lives ablaze,
of my passive ways I’d soon be cleansed –
and draft those yet unfazed.
For an honored cause I’d yield and then
with onward motion ride;
though a rebel I have never been,
I’d battle at your side.
If I don’t espouse your combat call,
from on disparate side,
I will catch you still each time you fall –
it’s not about my pride.
I will serve the greatest Master’s plan
Who walked a humble way;
for a Love cast bold for fellow man,
will surely win the day.
* (bĕn) Mid-western American Pronunciation
This is a rewrite done after a critique on another forum. The middle two stanzas contain the most substantial change. The first and final were tweaked for syllable count, meter, and word choice.
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’?
When the motives rabble most expound
fall phony on my ear,
or contentions cry for ends unsound –
I’ll answer not from fear.
When my reasoning, to move or hold,
spends moments you’d not take,
or impatience with me ferries bold
advance for what’s at stake;
as observer of impassioned plea
I’ve yet no mind to heed,
would more docile tongue encourage me
in lieu of self-made screed?
If a danger-ridden threat portends
to set our lives ablaze,
of my passive ways I’d soon be cleansed –
and draft those yet unfazed.
For an honored cause I’d yield and then
with onward motion ride;
though a rebel I have never been,
I’d battle at your side.
If I don’t espouse your combat call,
from on disparate side,
I will catch you still each time you fall –
it’s not about my pride.
I will serve the greatest Master’s plan
Who walked a humble way;
for a Love cast bold for fellow man,
will surely win the day.
* (bĕn) Mid-western American Pronunciation
This is a rewrite done after a critique on another forum. The middle two stanzas contain the most substantial change. The first and final were tweaked for syllable count, meter, and word choice.
Thanks for giving it a look.
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