The Maverick
Goad them onto the turf of battle
Hew them in their youth
Write your initials on their tombs
Solemnly march on by …
Only the dispised maverick
Stands even half a chance
To wriggle through the mesh …
Nimble as an eel he goes
Setting his own cadence …
Society’s pathological goals
Teaching everything and vise-versa …
Waxing eloquent it convinces
The people to sanction death …
Goaded onto the turf of war
Hewn is our youth
Write your initials on their tombs
Solemnly march on by …
1. Cadence 2. Maverick 3. Nimble 4. Turf 5. Initials 6. Pathology 7. Waxen 8. March 9. Eel 10. Vise 11. Goad 12. Hew
Bastet and Sekhmet's Library 
Thought provoking poem, cara…that first verse…wow!! totally am with you there as well!!
LikeLike
Thanks … rather somber I suppose
LikeLike
Life is not a bed of roses…one must slip in reality now and then in poetic verse, of course. 😀
LikeLike
Too right … can’t always walk around talking about posies … 😉
LikeLike
Well done I love that you focused on maverick and created a character! Expert use of the words =)
LikeLike
Thanks … maverick just popped out at me!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I don’t use that word enough!
LikeLike
Neither do I actually. It was great to hav the opportunity to do so.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Fabulous use of the words!
LikeLike
Thanks Laura.
LikeLike
And we should, indeed, laud our rebellion.
LikeLike
Yes … we really should Michelle.
LikeLike
That maverick sounds somebody like me 😉 Loved the write Georgia..somebody akin to my soul.
LikeLike
Nice that you could identify … the maverick is the voice that society tries to ignor preferring baaa baaa baaa … 😉
LikeLike
A very poignant poem!
LikeLike
Thanks Cindy!
LikeLike
I like this! It brings a sense of stillness and thoughtfulness.
LikeLike
Thanks Christine! 🙂
LikeLike
I loved this. You gave me a snapshot into his character.
LikeLike