
A rebel soul must not give in
though the war he can not win.
He fights until his very last breath
and continues to fight long after his death.
You can see it in his eyes,
walking dead in disguise.
Even when the fight has long ended.
Even then his wounds are never mended.
He suffers much pain
and little gladness
but has lived dead for so long
he barely notices sadness.
The bitter scars of war
he believes to be a normal thing.
He is trapped behind closed and locked doors,
a caged bird who can not sing.
The anger inside him,
the hurt and the pain,
builds inside him
until it overwhelms him again.
He is a Rebel soul.
He must not give in,
though the war he can never win.


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