Poem - Soul Rebel

Guirrella sands is where they think the rebel stays
Kalahari shades with sun black face
Mask, Masquerade
With a warrior's phrase!

Hanging down the side of his lips
That gun is fighting for something
Family is not dying for nothin'
Rejector of morals
Non conformers
He resides no more in sandstorms
Struggling for shade in sand dunes
He no longer uses open clouds as blankets
He appears at every sunset
A cause is the magnet
But in the most unfortunate way
His Neck became strangled by the corporate snake
Suited in suits that do not accentuate traits
Darkened brows... Sooted suits
But won't he take off that tie that has tied him in ti-ght ties
Deep down he is still a rebel
Rejector of morals
Non conformer
Soul rebel


Inspired by Bob Marley's song of eponymous title.
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