Rebel, Know Thyself
Rebel, Know Thyself
Growing more comfortable with what his soul tells him,
he revels nightly in his own little rebellion,
seeking those holy places where he truly belongs,
standing up against this world gone so wrong.
He writes music for wannabe revolutionaries,
guided by his own sense of morality.
He ain’t alone in singing these songs.
He sets his rebel yell to a beat.
Changing the world never sounded so sweet.
As the world sells the masses a golden pile of manure,
life taught him one thing that he knows for sure:
Love of money’s a disease and there ain’t no cure.
In a world selling champagne with songs of revolution,
he does the opposite and makes it sound fun.
Ironic pairings. He’s on it, caring.
He’s certain there has to be a way to lift everybody up,
so that we ain’t all just struggling, sick, and stuck.
You’ve got to cling to hope if you’re down on your luck.
He said, “We’re all aspiring agitators.
We’ve all got rebels hiding in our family trees.
Dreamers and do-ers who made history.”
A goofy grin came up from her heart.
It wasn’t the image of a protesting potato
that caused her face to turn on its light,
but perhaps, that what he said happened to be right.
Maybe this assertion is absolutely true.
Maybe that’s exactly what we aspire to do:
To disrupt this most stagnant status quo
that keeps certain communities down, y’know,
so we make a brand new world where all can grow.
Life will take you to distant lands,
make you different from where you began,
all the while learning how to take a stand
both for yourself and your fellow man.
If you want a better world, you cannot be afraid to change plans.
Everything now viewed as traditional was at one time radical.
The orthodoxies of today were once newly birthed
by those who knew that this life can be worth
so much more.
When the world is upside down,
what is right seems radical,
and what is wrong seems normal.
A rebel of virtue only comes out against injustice,
arising out of a righteous anger
lit on fire from stories of corruption.
Taking on unethical authority
organizationally with strength in unity,
but aflame with a singularly
self-declared responsibility to act.
The battles that we thought our ancestors won
are merely re-erupting.
Rebellion is ultimately what happens
when you’re raised by rock and roll,
but you’ve got to do the righteous things
that emanate from your soul.