Rebels Poem by Kevin Mireles

They say its consciousness,
or coincidence.
I say its consequence,
that will be our deliverance,
from this planet of circumstances,
where the situation
overshadows the outcome.

Living in a world
of greed and lust.
Love, is somewhere in the middle,
lost, lost.

Trust is never lost
as long as you can trust yourself.
Stand tall, stand apart,
and you'll find yourself
by yourself.

United, and all that revolutionary talk;
but when you spark imaginations,
do you really standing for something,
or is it just a bull shit cause?
Because we are rebels,
with out a cause.