Rebellion

Rebellion
is a rumble in the jungle
Humble pie in the face
The untied shoelaces that trip angry faces
when passive seams come unglued
And courage meets dissatisfaction
We are the few
The echoes in the silence
The blood within the violence
Bondaged hearts untied by your aggression
Tortured souls that won't accept repression
"Don't tread on me" is a time- and colorless motif
Just as the desire for freedom is universal
I see it, the terror in your eyes now
A rebellious spirit won't come apart
No matter how hard you push or pull.