Encapsulated Rebel

By Ruhudeen Ali
April 17th, 2009

Patience wearing thin
from this encaged thing
uncomfortable under the skin
just what is it within?
Losing touch with kin
lost among the sin
playing games in the suffering
searching for something.

Soul is an encapsulated rebel
seeking to revel in the sweets of the devil
falling into trouble peace it can't settle
digging our own graves with the shovel
living in a bubble numb to the rubble
falling down to tumble cursing the humble

No fear of the tremble
forgetting the parables
destroying the temples
dancing to the ensemble
riding hellfire's shuttle
exploring new damned levels
your fellow man is the imbecile
there are funds to embezzle
the world's lost all its mettle
of the iron brave kettles
looks are pretty but states are disheveled
families are dismembered
and the people are transgendered
what has society rendered
when everything once engendered
is now thrown in the blender
the devil is the devil
but the devil man resembles

Feeling irritable the soul is abominable
enemy armies are formidable
yet the spirit remains indomitable
love contained in the fortress isn't imitable
unattainable to the devil
no matter how much is paid under the tables
sabers cannot conquer the untold glorious fable
of you and I and what we are able
to accomplish with just a wish, the world is our navel
carve a new path, cast aside all the labels
explore as naval commander, set free and enable
others who think themselves disabled

Those chasing after bezels
forgetting life is ephemeral
giving back to the Lender
going back to the Sender
narrowly passing by a margin slender
joining Paradise's members
without trying to offend her
it's this life, I wanna end her.