I am not a rebel

Far from it

I am very conservative

And long for the Empire

I was born in India

Long after it was lost

And watched Malaria

Slowly weaken my father

During my childhood years

I consider that I am different

And maybe I am

I still weep silently

When listening to Piaf

And write gentle poetry

When the mood takes me

But I also possess

A savage pen

Which like a sword

Spares few

Who have attracted

My wrath

I am never in the middle

I always take sides

As long as I agree fully

With the outcomes

That I have scripted

Maybe I am a rebel

A rebel in my own eyes

This a common misconception

Of those who have no sight