The Dignified Rebel

for you to win, you should have adopted
the chameleon thing,
take the color of who is powerful
hold their hands, and be them
even for the moment that you still need them

you are as hardheaded as a rebel
whose color is blood against those walls of the towers
you raise your hands in the shape of a fist
and shout your freedom in the streets of murder

look at you, you're out now, ostracized, stinking fool
i pity you

but on the other hand, you are true and dignified
a true man in the bravery of a defeat
seldom growing in the fields of honor.

i must salute you then.
you let me live.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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