Rebel With a Cause
I am a rebel against torture
I am a rebel against pain
I seek an end to hunger
I seek an end to the shame
The shame that comes from knowing
all those children die without water
all those children die without names
all those children die from war
Why do men play their vicious games
why do those men pretend to serve God
when all they want is power over others
when all they see is the red mist of blood
I am a rebel against politics
I am a rebel against greed
I seek an end to robbery
I seek new ways to succeed
The needs of my child are sated
The needs of many more are not
All children were born equal
All should be safe, not shot
Why do we buy the rubbish
we then litter all around
why do we let the merchants
pollute us with the sound
The sound of quick hard sell words
the sound that masks whats real
the sound of till drawers opening
the sound as they thus steal
They steal our childrens futures
They hide the urgent needs to come
They want to keep our eyes closed
They want us to stay mum
Rebel against their cruel ways
Rebel against their future theft
Rebel until they come to listen
Rebel until we do our best
The best is not to squander
The best does not spoil the land
The best is taking care of all
The best is to make them understand
I am a rebel - with a cause...
©Rhumour
August 11th 2010
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