David SmithWhite

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Song: The Revolutionary - Poem by David SmithWhite

He's a revolutionary. Strong, robust, extremely hairy.
Hard but fair, not really scary. In his quiet way.

He lives on the gruel and instruments, that dogma will provide.
A few crumbs for existence, and a little on the side.
His toast is thinly buttered. No sugar for his tea.
His sad world is uncluttered by signs of luxury.

'If a little love and sustenance, might help me to survive;
a little love and sustenance, may keep my dream alive'.

He lives on the cruel indifference, that's doled out by the state.
A pittance for subsistence. Too little help, too late.
Beneath his breath he mutters, his paranoid aside.
'They keep us dull and indolent, to rule us and divide'.

He's a revolutionary. His ideas will never vary.
Much too sure and quite contrary. In his quiet way.

He gives a frank adherence to a multiple of trends.
He hopes poetic utterance will justify his ends.
His coffee's hot and sweaty with a rancid potpourri,
for pride like sullen toffee sticks to the petty bourgeoisie.

'If a little love and sustenance, might help me to survive;
a little love and sustenance, may keep my dream alive'.

He's a revolutionary. Like an eagle in its' eyrie.
The miner's friend and fond canary. In his quiet way.

He observes a mawkish deference, he pays to the working class.
With high marks for persistence, and so the die-hard's cast.
He travels with the vanguard, more a bridesmaid than a bride,
a stalwart for resistance, to stem the global tide.

He's a revolutionary. Cold, controlled and very wary.
Aware of where there's bodies buried. In his quiet way.

He lives with the cool sufferance, he inflicts upon his friends.
They show him real tolerance. He swears to make amends.
His wine is weak and watered with no stomach to abide,
a few crumbs for existence, and a little on the side.

'If a little love and sustenance, might help me to survive;
a little love and sustenance, may keep my dream alive'.

He's a revolutionary. Rare as bison on the prairie.
He's a revolutionary. In his quiet way. In his quiet way.


Comments about Song: The Revolutionary by David SmithWhite

  • (9/8/2005 3:10:00 AM)


    A good poem the fourth stanza 'He lives on cruel indifference' is superb in fact excellent. The theme can only be understood by those who can identify with it. Bravely written and well said! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 8, 2005



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