Birth Of A Rebel Poem by Sonny Rainshine

Near the terminus of the twentieth cent
ury, he began to stut
ter and became more ec
centric. The centrifugal for
ces of grav
ity weighed on his abil
ity to cope. He cata
pulted toward a wayward flux
and previously pedes
trian processes seemed
impenetrably insol
uable. Mysterious.
Arcane. True
and beyond the polarity
of conservvvvva
tism or liberal
ism or the impediments
of speech.
SUDDENLY, something
smouldering in his soul
e
rupted and a schism
of Self and The Status Quo
bloomed and fruited.

Henceforth, he cried,
I will no longer Settle,
as sediment settles
on the riverbed. I will not
accept the fourth best
or the fifth. I will not excuse
my fellow man for his iniquities
because he is a man
or because she is not.
I will speak
and I will not pause
for air.