I look at the faces

and lift my head

above the roar

only the vision

the smile

the knowledge

few men know

I salute you rebel

born rebel

above factories

above the whips of dead men

above cemeteries

lets sing to the flower

here on earth

wherever it may be

I sing to the flower

in the jailhouse full of blues

in the coffin without courage

I sing to you

you who never forget to smile

no matter how hard

no matter how your fist

clenched in anger

you smiled at me

that was the flame

for I am richer than

all the moneybags in heaven

I sing for you

a flower

rebel of choice

I sing to you

Jack Micheline

City Unknown