Best Rebels Poems

"REBELS" WAS THEIR NAME

Judge not, that ye be not judged.
 Matthew 7:1-3 KJV
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Each fair familiar feature of their face  
aglows with the dim lit day's assistance, 
rests upon strong shoulders reminiscent 
of roses bloom, see their trust and proud grace. 
Before those  same...

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Christmas Rebels
It was about a weak
After that night walk
The unknown dangers, 
Made known, turned me weak,
I was managing myself,
After my heart was pulled,
From where it sank,
I was yet in the oven,
Of my haven,
To dry up the coldness,
And the wetness, 
Of that fearful night loneliness,

Today is...

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But night’s bell came with tears and without love,
As our bamboo door talked,
“KNOCK! KNOCK!!”
Before my voice could speak,
Legs ruined down my door,
Then eyes in different heights
In the starry night like 
Torch lights… attacked 
Me with their voices.
They came in mass,
Some brandishing cutlass,
Some matchets, guns and...

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When
           raindrops
               fall
              upon
    ...

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Then the leader in a flash
Sent his bullet through my 
Pregnant wife’s stomach, 
Sending the bullet out of her 
To my little girl’s brain.
He was a killer glutton, for he turned to my 
Son’s brain, scattering it,
With his axe, making the brain 
Splash on my...

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The collaboration between the street and the Y2K mutants had commenced. These 8o’s baby’s filled the night’s air with green lite smoke, and choked back opiate related dreams from white coat masters. These were the city trolls. Forced to bend to society’s creation, of the...

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We may be young but wer're more than a box,
In a mirror you may see the reflection but not much
We're eager to get out there and show what we've become
Seem not to give credit for all the work we've done
We're human too, and intend to...

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I tell you innocence is stolen
a crime that's not reported but
i'll ask for it's return and paste
up home made flyers.
These drugs,money and power
collapse apon the tower
killing most ambitions
and there never seen again.
 
 
Temptations rose a plan
that rode on broken honors
that harassed all our fathers
and...

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Caught in a thicket, concrete among the rebels
Hit with hard metal and then showered with shrapnel
Shots fired. Get on the ground
But I'm brick dry and the ground is my foundation
So I am in no position to be taking such action
I'm grounded. Man, I feel surrounded
Disarmed...

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A Rebels Stance
As we stand talking face to face
Upholding the laws of social grace
You may see me timidly holding my stance
Chained to the bond of my circumstance.

But under charades of fancied beguile
Merrily skips a loose denial
And tearing the ropes encircling me
Is a mind that goes...

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Bullets oil with blood, 

Hearts smitten with cruelty

Our minds sealed with carnage,

As we marched, for the harvest is ready

With our machetes from China,

Our ak47 from Russia,

And the Americas’ bullets we moved into their shrine

Harvesting our crops 

With tears and anguish in their faces

Our grips in...

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All we are is our broken past
 Threw everything we weren’t supposed to last
 Our hearts like broken glass
 Proof that our souls died very fast
  
 Cold metal, our best friends
 With these blades we will meet our ends
  
 Self hate...

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With hair ablaze
a jester unconfined.
I scoffed at the mundane 
its life declined.
My wardrobe 
a riot
a rhapsody bold.
Mismatched socks my standard 
stories untold.

In classrooms of tedium 
rules I'd defy
Grasping forbidden knowledge 
'neath watchful sky.
Craving for wisdom in 
esoteric wells.
Chased squirrels with saws 
casting fanciful spells!

Detentions for...

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I was newly thirteen when the seventies took me underwing,
then married and grown when they creased inside time’s fold.

I was not attracted to those scholastic or athletic,
but to those lacking labels and considered rebels.
Moving yearly filled my army-brat life with sad good-byes
that swerved my teenage...

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Where is humanity? 
as Congolese players,
stuffs and fanatics 
were about to sing
their national anthem 
at Afcon tournament,
they put their right hands 
on their mouths
to express the silence 
of the international community 
into the problems of DRCongo.
they pointed  their left hands like guns 
on their heads...

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