In this poem, Rebel Voice resident poet, A.D., laments the obsequious nature of modern societies. The verse tells of how the system, born in greed, forms the structures, corrupts the structures and refuses to allow effective challenge to the structures. The poet paints a dystopian portrait of humanity as seen through the lens of someone […]
When The World Shall Weep – Verse By A.D.
In the following piece of verse, the author comments upon the need for our species to collectively grieve for all of the children in the world, especially those who die due to preventable causes, so that Death may be held at bay. The poem is both a lament and ode to hope. If the entire […]
Reflections On The Ten – Poem By A.D.
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This piece of verse comments upon the major occurrences of the poet’s life. It moves in a cryptic manner through global events coming to rest upon the tragedies that marked his life more fully than the others. “The Ten” refers to the Irish hunger strikers who were martyred in the…
I Wish To leave The World – José Martí
José Martí was born in Cuba in 1853. He was an intellectual known as a poet, journalist, essayist, professor, translator and, of course, revolutionary. He was central to Cuba’s fight for independence from Spain and is known as The Apostle of Cuban Independence. He died while fighting the Spanish at the Battle of Dos Ríos […]
Isaac Watts Verse – Brexit Dilemma Prophesied
Isaac Watts (1674 – 1748) was a man of his time. He was a (pseudo-) Christian minister who wrote hymns, theorized on theology and fancied himself a logician. He has been credited with writing more than 750 hymns, many of which are still in use today. Rebel Voice wonders if either the hymns were atrociously […]
Palaeotroving – Poem By A.D.
This short piece of verse deals with memories that we all have locked up in our minds. Is it better to take them out and examine them, with a view to dealing with past issues, or is that too Oprah Winfrey. Perhaps, for some, the past is better left exactly there? Palaeotroving That old box […]
Wandering Through Love’s Strange Bazaar (Verse XLII) – José Martí Poem
Here is some verse from the Cuban revolutionary hero, José Martí, who was a man of considerable talents besides his poetry. Wandering through love’s strange bazaar (Verse XLII) Wandering through love’s strange bazaar, Held by the seaside, not far, A sad pearl fair as a star By great luck fell to Agar. Too long to […]
Chant To Bolivar – Pablo Neruda Poem
Pablo Neruda was a Nobel Prize winning poet from Chile. He was strongly socialist, being eventually murdered on the orders of the Fascist General Pinochet. Today, he is regarded as the National Poet of Chile. He Lived from 1904 until 1973. Simón Bolívar is known as The Liberator. He fought to free much of the […]
If You’ve Seen A Mount Of Sea Foam (Verse V) – José Martí Poem
José Julián Martí Pérez was born in Cuba in 1853 and died there in 1895, being killed whilst fighting the Spanish colonial forces in the war to liberate Cuba. Martí was a strong inspiration for the Cuban revolutionaries of the 1950’s. He is known as The Apostle of Cuban Independence and is highly regarded across Latin […]
From The Heights Of Maccho Picchu – Pablo Neruda Poem
Here is beautiful piece of verse from the Nobel Prize winning Chilean poet, Pablo Neruda, who was killed on the orders of the fascist, General Pincohet, who opposed Neruda‘s socialist values and humanitarian views. Maccho Picchu is an Inca city built high in the Andes. It’s a UNESCO World Heritage Site. From The Heights Of Maccho Picchu Rise up […]
The Ballad Of Mossfree – Poem By A.D.
Here is a poem about the nomadic life lived by some wandering minstrels, or troubadours, across the world. It’s not an existence for everyone, but there is a certain romanticism to it. Rebel Voice has heard that girls like the guitar players. But was it true that for many years they also loved to spend […]
Brendan Behan – Red Envoy – Poem By 16-Year-Old Irish Rebel
He was 16 when he set off on his own to blow up parts of England. His time in a borstal gave him the materiel for a book. He wrote poetry in both Gaelic and English. He had famous friends across the globe. He stayed in the Chelsea Hotel. He drank himself to death. He was Brendan Behan. This is his poem.