Rebel without a CauseA Poem by Kenneth Nicholas LoweA tribute to Jim Stark
In a world of frustration, brews an aroma of contempt Is this the post adolescence craved by adolescents Perpetual annoyance for all that is wrong Only comforted through the agony of song
Beliefs so contrary, believed by the crowds So willing to follow those claiming aloud What hope do they find in those pitiful lies? Blind to a verity, that calls, that cries
Protective are they, embracing till death Yet a death endured of false honour Enforcing their kins and lover and pets Come forth, Oh Lord!!! Save us from sinners
Observing the pathetic in their pathetic ways Auctioning their lives as voluntary slaves Honourable are few, defamed or deserted Have will comrade, be thou asserted
What satisfaction can come from their lies Repeat, repeat as the truth slowly dies Whilst the Lions of Honour, take shelter in their ideals The masses of sheep are put the steel
I see them raised on a pedestal of delusion Accompanied by fools and masters of collusion Were they born without sight or selectively see Subjection to follow free thinkers and fleas
History foretells of all whom must fall Resistance is not futile be a giant or be small For morals are martyrs, for suffrage are slaves That fight, that write from cradle to grave © 2014 Kenneth Nicholas LoweAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorKenneth Nicholas LoweMelbourne, Victoria, AustraliaAboutBorn to the Human Race, I live in the land of India for the time being with a major ancestral inclinations to the Anglican and Celtic anthropological denominations. With that being said, My day job.. more..Writing
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