When they ban the books
and suppress the press–
whisper the words
lest you forget.
Pen the poems
(though they’re not read)
and sing the songs
(even if they’re in your head).
Frame the facts with veracity
despite the dire mendacity
of those who strut to power–
then, remember the flower
that blooms again each spring,
and let truth ring.
Share it with the old and youth,
bind them now with this enlightened thread–
love is love,
the earth’s not flat,
nevermore this, but only that,
and no matter what they say–
let hope stay.
Say all the words of knowledge and beauty,
it’s your duty
to resist, rebel–
to kiss and tell–
(these words you’ve said inside your head),
so, set the fires, beat the drums,
shout the call with rhymes and prose,
and like the rose,
your words will bloom unadorned,
fragrant, alluring—but jaggedly thorned.
Mary Vaux Walcott [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt asked us to write about rebellion.