Best Poems Written by Ben Gerhards

The Fruit of Idle Rebellion

We’ve run till we’ve bled				
	
But we’ve run out of time
Our legs feel like lead
From the weight of our crime				
We didn’t care for the laws
We were cold and rebelled				
Rebels without cause					
And now our trials are held
With a jury my peers
And a judge from my past				
Choke down their jeers
Reap the rewards at long last
Cause we reap what we sow				
And we’ve sown only sin
Cause it’s all that we know
And there’s no way to win
It’s all just a dream					
From which I can’t wake
Your tears are a stream
And your body it shakes				
	
But not like mine will					
When I’m strapped to the chair
And the air it will fill					
With the burning of hair					
With the burning of me
As I twist and I scream					
And you can’t bear to see
The death of a dream
There’s nothing to show				
	
For why your tears are shed
We died long ago
Our blood has all bled					
My heart’s long been dark
And my thoughts long been cold			
Your knife found its mark
Now I’ll never grow old					
Cause death lasts forever
Death comes too fast					
But never say never
Cause our time is soon past

Copyright © Ben Gerhards | Year Posted 2005