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On Rebellion…

Stu McPherson hosted Poetics over at D’Verse yesterday. Stop on over and read the article, I’m fairly certain that after you do, you will be inspired to create. Rebellion has always been an idea that has interested me, as to how far does one person or group of people have to be pushed in order to come together in such a manner. Rebellion, in this sense, has always reminded me about the situation where you have heroes and villains united, to face and defeat a much greater evil. I see rebellion in the same way. While those pushed to such a point, may, for the most part be like-minded and living in similar conditions, it’s just a fact of human nature that not everyone will get along in amenable ways. And yet, under such circumstances, you can easily see two nemeses joining in arms for a unified cause.

Anyhow, just wanted to chime that in before getting to my offering for this subject. The pieces I’m sharing here in this post, in some way reflect the above, but not entirely, and certainly emphasizing different aspects much deeper than others, focusing mainly on the origin, briefly, if at all speaking about the uprising itself, and then, a quick look at how those involved, may look back upon their involvement much later on in life.

The second piece, which is a found poem I put together. I took some well known, well at least to me they are, lyrics, and jumbled them up together to create a poem/song of my own. For those who don’t recognize the songs, credits are given for both the artists and your benefit.

Recordings are also included for each. In the case of the found poem/song, bear in mind, I tried my best reproducing the vocal qualities of the original vocalist, in many cases to a most amateur degree. But nonetheless, it was all a very interesting and enjoyable Poetics, so much so that it took me past Saturday and into Sunday to complete.

Finally. I’m going to try and read as many pieces as I can today, as I’m very interested in seeing what everyone constructed here, especially for this theme. But the fact of the matter is I have someplace to be for the majority of the day, and will most likely not be able to visit as many as I’d like until either late tonight or tomorrow. Anyhow…

Nobody told us…
Nobody said just how it would be…
They led us with blinders
They held our hands; they held us tightly
They led us with blindness
To the guillotine; dropping the blade for all to see

No one said easy
Such words, never spoken
No one hinted…
As to the cruelty brokered by a system
Condemning the poor and weak

Nobody told us…
Nobody said just how it would be
I’ve kept looking
Looking for treaties
I’ve been searching
Searching for peace
Nobody told us…
Just how unjust this all could be

and in our trust, truth bleeds
and from our ignorance, they underestimate
Unwittingly planting the seed

From one, a web shall be spun
With more, a movement’s begun

Looking for answers, but instead, more
Questions form,
Where once, we only sought direction…but now
demand to know…
what tomorrow has in store

You’re so adept, when it comes to the runaround
You’re so clever, deflecting pressure
and creating the convenience of a detour,
without ever changing the direction or desired course

You smile, smile, a wave and a smile you so willingly offer to share
You Smile, smile, waving your hand,
as if even you, yourself, believe that you truly care
But no longer does it matter
As we’ve grown to understand,
through the clatter and past the din
we now are able…to sift about the subtext
and see…what lies beneath those painted faces…
so easily performed

Stirring…steeping, stirring…
Steeping, stirring, steeping…
fragments made from rage and scorn
And in such, a rebellion is born


I’m tired of the talking
Without the semblance of words
I’m tired of listening
To all your plans of action; plans devoid of verbs

I’m sick of the treatment
That No treatment gives
I’m sick of how easy it is to gauge
Where your every motive lives;
Where all paths provided ever seem to lead

All those lies you offer us,
never blinking from your stance
Your efforts are not based in compassion
Just fodder and feed, another false position, another song and dance
Proving the disrespect you harbor
The contempt you have for those similar to me

But you are not alone
You’re but a haze amongst the fog
A pebble lining the riverbed
A puppet without a soul
You never really held the strings
Your buttons had never been your own
You can’t make a movement
Without being told which way to go

In a system so corrupt
only the politicians, lobbyists
and the rich alone
can understand the nature of their sin
yet still… wholeheartedly condone

In a system so unbalanced and equally unfair
We the people have no chance
When the elected just don’t care
Where our leaders never hesitate their stance

Spurring forth a pushing point
for those condemned to such oppressions
A last resort is the only favor they have left
In such tumults a tempest spins it’s eye
Offering a revision of sightlines
And providing voice for the perpetually denied

It is here in such moments,
A bond solidifies,
Where groups of varied peoples
Concur and relate,
Finding comfort in camaraderie
Raising the spirits of the low
And offering empowerment for those disowned
And thus, within such situational endeavors,
Where a collective is created
from the scraps tossed out to curbsides
it is here, at such moments, where
A rebellion’s seeds are sown…

Stirring…steeping, stirring…
Steeping, stirring, steeping…
fragments made from rage and scorn
A reason to live…a reason to be
To alter the dearth’s that teem
Making sure their case is known
Where tomorrow cannot become
When the present is impeding the possibility of ascent…where the mobility of desire
So often floated freely atop repressions murky lakes so cruel…where the hours of one’s latter years
would remain imprinted,
By the only designs they would have ever known
Now, in such times burgeoning for reform
Those states of regret, ridicule, contempt and hate
Are replaced with the memories of Rebellion…
With the history they had played a role in,
Where they now will be able to remember fondly,
As to how their spines were straightened and their voices heard, that
They stood their ground and fought injustice for what they
Knew, that as a unified people, they deserved
All only possible, because they each
embraced Rebellion as their very own…

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Rage against the machine- Killing in the name of

You grow up and you calm down and
You’re working for the clampdown
You start wearing blue and brown and
You’re working for the clampdown
The Clash- Clampdown

Oh, you’re so condescending
Your gall is never ending
We don’t want nothin’, not a thing from you
Your life is trite and jaded
Boring and confiscated
If that’s your best, your best won’t do…
Twisted sister- We’re not gonna take it

Modern globalization,
Coupled with condemnations,
Unnecessary death,
Matador corporations,
Puppeting your frustrations,
With the blinding flag,
Manufacturing consent
Is the name of the game,
The bottom line is money
Nobody gives a fuck
4000 hungry children leaves us per hour
from starvation
while billions are spent on bombs,
creating death showers
Boom, boom, boom, boom,
Every time you drop the bomb,
You kill the God your child has born
Boom boom boom boom
System of a down- Boom

I take flight for one last time
With raven wings and two black eyes
Don’t be afraid with demon speed
The Gift of hate
I bare my teeth to make them pay
Don’t be afraid
Nowhere to hide
Converge-Bare My Teeth

And the battle’s just begun
There’s many lost, but tell me who has won
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters
Torn apart
U2-Sunday Bloody Sunday

Oh, you’re so condescending
Your gall is never ending
We don’t want nothin’, not a thing from you
Your life is trite and jaded
Boring and confiscated
If that’s your best, your best won’t do…
We’re not gonna take,
No we’re not gonna take it,
We’re not gonna take it….anymore…
Twisted Sister-We’re not gonna take it


About hobgoblin2011

I'm a poet and aspiring screenwriter/songwriter with a passion for film, art, photography, philosophy and heavy metal. I love reading, mainly non-fiction, comic books, graphic novels, myth and reference. Family always comes first for me. I'm a proud father to two wonderful pups and two curious cats. I'm also a glutton for punishment aka the life of being a diehard Buffalo Bills and Sabres fan.

5 responses »

  1. Fred! What an amazing, thought provoking write. The lead-in alone left us with much to ponder, let alone the pieces you have offered. Way too much to say for a blog comment…but love every word, every line, every stanza, and every corresponding idea that was brought forth as a result. Can’t wait to see how you’ll fire up our pens! Once again, welcome to the pub team, brother word weaver…like Christmas for me 🙂

  2. oh man…this leaves me just speechless..can not even imagine how much work this must have been fred…i like the whole idea of it and how it builds…and the rebellion medley is just uber cool

  3. haha i love your melody man….and that you sang them…smiles….i know most of them….the verse above well its pretty amazing…i am sure you know that..a really cool progression …the first caught me as we are left often wondering because we are not told…and what we are told is things to keep us in line…and it builds…and builds until the rage…..until it erupts…

    i too look forward to your time at the wheel…or bar…or….ha…

  4. poemsofhateandhope

    You posted converge lyrics…..LOVE converge (new album on its way or out I think?) ANYWAY Fred- this was awesome- I’m envious of the way you manage to be so prolific,merited so much without any dip in the quality….this has (and particularly the first stanzas) a real flow and rhyme that had the eyes darting down the page for more. This captures the essence of rebellion, and politically some its fuels and fires, injustice, lies, poverty- and conversely the strength, resolve and passion of those who live it…fine fine piece of work –

  5. Fred, this was an amazing write. It seems that Stu hit upon a subject that really resonated with you. I’m in awe! There is indeed power in words.


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