THE REBEL

"why, oh father does that man stand in the square
all hard and bronze, and gives everyone a stare"

" my child, it is but linus the great,
but for him, our land would have had a different fate"

" Ahh, linus, now i've heard about him......
wasnt he the one who rebelled,
and faced consequences grim"

"tut, tut, child, 'tis a false tale u know
settle down by the fire,
and i'll tell you how it goes...."


IN THE TIMES BEGONE, WHICH NONE NOW REMEMBER
WHEN THE KINGS RULED, AND MAYS WERE DECEMBER
WHEN RECEIVING CRUELTY WAS BY BIRTH A RIGHT
AND KINDNESS AND HAPPY FACES A RARE SIGHT
WHERE PEOPLE HAD NAUGHT FOR HOPE
FOR ALL HOPE LED TO WAS A FOOT OF ROPE
WHERE DEATH NO LONGER HAD A REIGN
AS THE SOLE BRINGER OF PAIN
FOR THERE WERE SO MANY OTHER FEARS
TO BE RESPECTED, WORSHIPED AND IN GENERAL REVERE.

THERE LIVED A CARPENTER, A BOY ALL OF FOURTEEN
UNTOUCHED BY DESPAIR, AND WITH A HEART AS CLEAN
PAIN HE HELD IN LOW ESTEEM, FOR FEAR WAS NOT HIS THING
FOR HE HAD A MIND, AND FOR THOSE EVEN FIERCE WINTER IS SPRING.
IT TROUBLED HIM TO SEE HIS BROTHERS, AND IT MADE HIM WONDER
WHY WOULDNT THEY RISE, WHY CONTINUE TO JUST REEL UNDER.......
AND THIS BOY, LINUS, MADE A DECISION THERE AND THEN
HE WOULD REBEL, AND EMBRACE DEATH, IF AND WHEN.........

HE CARVED A HORN, WITH ALL THE SKILL HE COULD MUSTER
BEAUTIFUL IT WAS, SHINING WITH A BRAVE AND CLEAR LUSTRE
AND WHEN HE BLEW IT, IT FILLED THE HEARTS OF ALL MEN TRUE
WITH COURAGE, AND A WILL TO BRING ABOUT WINDS OF NEW
AND THUS HE BLEW IT, AND HIS BROTHERS WERE SUMMONED TILL
EACH ONE ARRIVED, SOME ON, AND SOME AGAINST THEIR WILL....
AND HE SPOKE NO WORDS, FOR WORDS WERE NOT REQUIRED
THE LOOK IN HIS EYES WAS ENOUGH TO GET THEM FIRED
AND SINGING, THEY TOOK TO THE ROADS TOGETHER
SONGS OF REBELLION, AND LOOKED FOR MORE MEN TO GATHER


LINUS THE BRAVE, THE YOUNG, THE ONE WHO COULD THINK
THE INSPIRER, THE REASON, THE REVOLUTION'S MISSING LINK
TORCHES THEY HELD IN THEIR HANDS, AS EXTENSIONS TO THEIR FINGERS
AND SANG SONGS OF REBELLION, SOME SAY THE ECHO STILL LINGERS....
AND THUS PREPARED, THEY WAITED, EACH MOMENT TOO LONG
AND SANG SONGS OF REBELLION....THUS GOES THE SONG........

"FORTH, MY BROTHERS, WARY BE DEATH
FOR TODAY WE RISE, RISE TILL OUR LAST BREATH
AND LET THE FLAG OF FREEDOM BE UNFURLED
ALL TRACE OF CRUELTY BE HEARTLESSLY HURLED
TODAY WE STAND, EQUALS, MEN OF HONOR AND PRIDE
AND FREEDOM WE SHALL ATTAIN, AS TRIBUTE TO THOSE WHO DIED"


THAT NIGHT, THE KING AND HIS MEN, WARY OF THE REBEL
HAD HIM CAPTURED, AND CONFINED TO A CELL
AND HE WAS HANGED BY THE NECK AS SOON AS CAME DAWN
HE WAS NO MORE, BUT HIS COURAGE HAD NOT YET GONE......
A NEW LINUS APPEARED, AND TOOK OWNERSHIP OF THE HORN
AND SO IT WENT, TILL NO MORE DEATHS WERE MOURNED.......


AND HISTORY REPORTS THAT A REBELLION DID TAKE PLACE
THE KING AND HIS MEN FLED, VANISHED, WITHOUT A TRACE
THE PEOPLE THEN RULED THEMSELVES, WITH JUSTICE FOR ALL
BUT NOT ONCE DID THEY FORGET LINUS, NOR HIS UNTIMELY FALL
THEY RAISED HIM IN BRONZE, AND STOOD HIM IN THE TOWN SQUARE
WHERE ALL COULD SEE HIM, AND DRAW COURAGE AND DARE.
AND MANY A TRUE REVOLUTION IT STILL INSPIRES
AND THUS IT ENDS, THE TALE OF LINUS THE GREAT, GOOD SIRES................