A Poem
Nonconformists Are Not Rebels
But we are evolutionaries
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Question bedevils many, conform not conform
Are you asking right question, or fooled by labels
Act with authenticity, that’s path of Spirit
Die integrity intact, Sacred epitaph
Individual
Member of society
Nonconformists us
String unique pearls together
Beautiful necklace of life
Binary thinking
Polarity consciousness
Scourge of our species
Surf wavelengths between the poles
Coherence in the rainbow
We who bear the Mark of Cain
Countless sheps without a herd
Neither our brothers’ keepers
Nor anarchists be
Revolutionary thoughts
Evolution is our goal
Together we can create Divine solutions
Image of God all love and no destruction
Big tent of The Shift no mere medicine show
Sgt. Gregorius’s Vast Hearts and Minds Love and Light Club Marching Band will not yield the field but do not fret the air will still smell of sweet perfume and there will not be fists of rage when we take the stage which we must eventually not resign to tribal wars fought by small-minded mice fooled by power hungry leaders with god complexes and instead the streets shall be reclaimed by those of us who breathe Life and Love of Gods and Goddesses!!
Poet’s Notes
I set out to encapsulate into a poem a long comment pane conversation between George Blue Kelly and myself in Priyanka Priyadarshini’s essay, She Is A Rebel And I Am A Conformist, which is really more about the dynamic between the eldest child, Priyanka, who is the responsible peace maker, and her younger sister, who so far gets away with everything. Regardless, George’s and my conversation delved into conformity vs. nonconformity. (As you know from reading the poem, my subject matter expanded beyond that as I wrote it).
