Always a renegade .... ish ............

RENEGADE
Sadness,
Madness, 
And badness
Interwoven.
Interspersed.
Show their colours
Then reverse.
Turn things around
Stand them on their head
Don’t swallow the stories
You’ve been fed
By those who deny the truth
In their own lives,
But who are always ready 
With their steely knives
And flashing blades
Willing to cut and cube
The renegades
Of freedom
Rather than see them
Rise
Like a phoenix
From the flames
Rather firmly plant the blame
For all their ills 
And bitter pills
They’ve had to swallow
As they wallowed in the mire
Like the fire of Hades
That consumes and cleanses
Seen through lenses 
Coloured rosy 
Cosy
A posy bound with thorns
Forlorn and wasted on the blind
Narrow minded
Purveyors of mistrust
While iron roses rust and die
The sad, the mad and bad
Continue to live a tainted lie
No matter how hard they try
There is no way to break free
It seems that they will never see
The light of reason
Partnered with
The light of freedom
But then again
That’s not me
Or mine
We’re fine
We crossed that line
And moved on.
Still renegades 
Of 
Freedom 
© By: - Pete Slater. 2013.