Challenge
Rebellion
Write about rebellion. All musings, stories, poems, fictions, non-fictions and metaphors are welcome.
The cycle
I just had to.
It was in my genes.
Stretching the envelope,
Then breaking the frame.
They were rebels too, in a way,
And going back,
up to the trees,
Where some ancestor decided
That he needs a change.
How vile I was,
Then quiet, because,
The wisdom I rejected,
Was learned and learned again.
And will it ever be learned before?
Won’t someone listen
to the call of the aged.
Not me, too late.
Had to learn things the hard way.
So now , sad faces, bitter tang,
Is my table set, all sitting round.
With all mistakes, and traps ,
And fissures in the muscle,
And cracks on the lips,
And bruises in the depth.
Great. Another generation
Of stubborn rebels,
Busting to make new fissures.
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