RebelA Chapter by Bekah B
Your way of life
Is a political statement- So what you're saying is The government should let us die. Well I've got to stop you there Because I don't believe in killing- Whatever the reason. And neither do you. I'm curious Why the atheist Searches for God Why the socialist Gives up on his community Why the musician Stops short a melody Why the poet Burns his words Why the rebel Doesn't fight. You were always a rebel- Lacking a cause. You wanted to be loved and accepted- But you were that rebel. You were a loudmouth/lunatic/poet/musician- And you wished you could change. But you cannot be what you are not. And you're not like everyone else. Look me in the eyes Tell me you wish you'd died Because you'll be lying. When you want to drown You don't say, "It would be nice if someone had the foresight To notice me drowning And come help me"- You just scream. You didn't scream You called for me- Everyone- Anyone- And we showed you how it feels To be loved. Rebel, Have you found your cause? Can you lead the opposition Into a raging battle And win the endless war Without a sngle drop of blood? That's the rebel that you are That's the man you will become- If I have any say. I don't believe in killing- Whatever the reason. Take your own advice You're a victim by default But a killer by choice. Rebel, If you need a cause I need a champion. Can you lead the opposition Into a raging battle? Can you tear a country down With the sound of your voice? Can you shatter the ground With a few penned lines? Can you convince us evil Only lives in our minds? The rebel you were Spoke of peace And spilled blood. Now the rebel you are Will win this war. The man you'll become Will be a desperado An outlaw A renegade A rebel- The kind whose story starts with, "A tough guy walks into a bar And buys everybody a drink" And ends with, "So he packed his guitar and his harmonica Onto the back of his Harley Next to the notebooks- And he rode away In search of a new town to brutalize With the concept of peace." © 2010 Bekah BReviews
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3 Reviews Added on December 6, 2010 Last Updated on December 31, 2010 AuthorBekah BAbout"Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood." -Nietzsche. more..Writing
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