Rebel, We Need Your Rehab

As I walk the road humbly with extent

I cinch the cause of a rebel wish list

I sense a breed of new-born killers

Off grid winners

That accompany the wasteland aftermath

to alarm the few worth expenditure

This rebel sect now renders

A whitewash breed to remember

Entailing surrender

No way out except the fresh squeeze

As the gentle food processor is a blender

Of the fate of an ill surrender

Plastered in a wasteland agenda

Rebel now a rebel sound

A case endowed to whisper loud

A cause lit proud, a light allowed

Anointed in canopies of green

Draped of rainbow loins