Rebel For Display Purposes Only Poem by Paul Savio Hearn

You stomp you feet and ball your fists
Trendy attire hide ‘scars' on your wrists
Your noise is just noise to make Authority's head sore
Foolishly confusing your whinging with uproar
Mistakenly believe you can cause change when you sing
Your phoney revolution is truly revolting.

You shout that you are a rebel!
On your laptop upon your bed,
A real rebel would cut off your head
Then put it on show
Blood scattered on the oppressive manifesto
You turn your nose up at the picture of that politician you're supposed to hate.

No longer weak in unison, you lead the way!
You're interesting now, or so they say:
Go forth and write your blogs!