URBAN BOOKS AUTHORS & WRITERS OF AMERICA

The Rebel

So, you say.

There goes another rebel without a cause

Who knows his heart or soul, his direction or goals.

His rules, morals or laws.

Where you stopped asking questions

and began looking for answers is where his journey began.

He fear is to hesitate, stumble or falter, for he may never find his motivation,

drive or desire to fight again.

So, you say,

There’s another rebel without societies structure, education or molding.

Who knows what he may possess, his awareness or values he clings to,

the internal being that is unfolding.

The need for developing self, a path, a guide.

The need to exist in a world that resists believing,

“We can live peacefully side by side.”

So, you say,

There’s a rebel without an open mind, seeing through closed eyes.

Who has walked in his shoes, lived within his wall,

reached with him for his stars in the sky.

Understand, those who now rebel

live through the political decisions, torments and hell.

Hearing the false promises of change

and after all these years of struggle the living is the same.

Understand their willingness to die,

to fight not knowing why.

Targeting the poor, the rich, the young and old, touching each race.

Crime, poverty and disease, has no set time, no set place.

So you say,

There goes a rebel without a cause.

We refuse to understand his need for our approval, acceptance or applause.

We recognize his contributions are negative solutions.

Through our fears, and through his faults;

he becomes a part of our penal institutions

Hear the rebels cry, we are all dying inside….

We have lost our people, lost our dreams, it’s a dying civilization.

Their fight is our fight to save this nation.

Copyright Nanette Buchanan 2010