Kill or be killed

 

In school I was peer pressured into pretending to be

Someone I wasn't, hoping they'd all be fond of me 

I have never been ashamed of who I am 

I'd never trade the integrity of this man

 

In life there are bullies, takers and plain old users

There are sexists, bigots, racists and plain old losers

We get them in everyday life and in our work places 

They are hidden amongst us all in these hordes of faces 

 

I live and breath the directives of my cowboy creed

To do the right thing and assist people in need 

To see the best of people and extend an olive branch 

Giving the weak a voice to harbour them in my ranch 

 

It felt like for years I was pretending to please

Until there wasn't a place to go except my knees 

To see the error of my ways through different eyes 

I unpacked me six shooters and took on these guys 

 

In these prairies that harbour this old cowpoke

I may bend and tweak, but I stand like an oak 

I devoted my life to stand against the grain

I found myself again through the ever changing rain

 

I stopped being used by deceiving friends 

For the way I let myself down I made a mends 

For being good hearted there's always a price 

I swore from that day it wouldn't happen twice 

 

For far too long I've sat back as they have taken

That day I did a favour and for myself, I did awaken 

I took back the creed that was rightfully mine

It's written somewhere you have to be cruel to be kind 

 

I scratch my head and wonder what took me so long

For me to finally see the path I'd taken was wrong

Maybe I always hoped they'd see the error of their ways

That all these tribulations was somehow just a faze 

 

People will try to bully you and single you out 

Creating a little monster we call self doubt 

They're selfish and rude, not nice people at all

I was taught to be proud and always stand tall 

 

They will try to weigh us down with a heavy load 

My mentor installed in me one thing to take on this road 

It was one thing to this day I'll never forget to remember

It burns inside this cowboy like a never ending ember

 

It's funny how we try to fit in with a certain group 

So somehow we feel justified we are in the loop

These groups that we try to be apart of or belong

Just forget them as we have our own identity to prolong 

 

They are not who we are, or what we stand for 

It's time to saddle up and introduce a new law 

They are no longer wanted guests in my prairie

These confidence rustlers I'll hunt down and bury   

 

We are the ruler, the captain, the sheriff of our home town 

We get to have the final say of who stays around 

Lets clean up our prairies and take out the trash

These takers and yokels are like an unwanted rash 

 

I got tired of being a certain person I tried to be 

Lost my way I guess where I couldn't recognise me

It's time to change and adjust my sails for new winds

Let the breeze wash over me and take away my sins

 

These so called people wear two faces in a mirror 

To look upon their own reflections would cause terror

They judge us before they know us and that ain't me

Not the man at all I was brought up to be 

 

So join me in this posse there's always room for more

We'll drink whiskey and throw these bullies out the door

Across the great divide from Calgary to Texas 

New beginnings, male or females I ain't sexist 

 

We'll ride from town to town giving the poor riches 

Campfire songs to cattle drives and washing me britches 

Chasing these bullies into the Wild West 

Where else have you all to be, I contest 

 

So join this ole cowpoke who has no name 

Adventures to the adventurous if you want fame 

 

 

 

 

 

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Comments (13)

  1. morningafter7

    Wonderwall – not only is this an amazing poem, it contains one of the most important messages a person can learn: to accept who you are and stay true to yourself. Once we accept our differences, we can become the person we’re truly meant to be. It has taken me such a long time to learn this. When you try to be someone you’re not, or try to be with or around the wrong people, you just get nowhere. Excellent, wonderwall….we’re totally on the same wavelength here.. :-) p.s. judgemental people suck.

    January 25, 2017
    1. wonderwall79

      Arrrrhhh MA7 you humble me, your right on the money here, yes being around supposedly cool people when we are young watching them be bullies was not cool at all.
      Judgemental people I’ve always hated, they judge you before they even know you but it’s them that ultimately lose in the end.!!!
      Well it’s good to know there’s still people like yourself who fight for the good cause
      I thank you with a tug of me brim always an honour!!

      January 25, 2017
  2. macabre360

    Yes indeed you got the touch wonderwall. Of a weary drifter who does stand tall. I knew it from the start. That of the run of the mill you weren’t a part. You are indeed a master off thought to word & word to thought. As well as an individual work of art. To us all a special enrichment you brought. That’s what this Black Bird takes away when wingin’ from your campfire. A lift to me wings that takes me that much more higher.
    Exceptional Work of verse & rhyme in high order wonderwall. Top Draw for Sure.

    January 25, 2017
    1. wonderwall79

      Always an honour your words I read
      Your the noblest of them all indeed
      Like a handful here in this thoughts saloon
      I’d be in awe to ride with from sun to moon
      Your the top of the list I will say
      It was all my honour meeting that day
      You inspire an ole cowpoke
      I say with hand on heart no joke
      Tipping my brim once again
      My honour to call you friend

      January 26, 2017
  3. aprilwrightmcpeak

    Love it!!! I had missed your writing!

    January 26, 2017
  4. wonderwall79

    Well howdy stranger
    Well many thanks for reading as well it goes hand in hand I will say, pulling me brim down and nodding me head
    For taking the time to read my silly ditties

    January 26, 2017
  5. SEC

    within the soul two impulses war
    which will dominate which will win
    one does not want to be alone
    the other says you are the only one unique
    one subsumes the soul
    the other frees the immortal eternal
    so in the end your choice gives
    either death or life

    January 26, 2017
    1. wonderwall79

      Arrrrgghhhhh where were those words when I needed them
      Well done I’m impressed with your words but then again you are the human dictionary I recall
      Still impressed tho

      January 26, 2017
      1. SEC

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          January 31, 2017
  6. tiggers

    wow what a great write Well your always awesome

    January 29, 2017
    1. wonderwall79

      Haha your too kind my friend as always

      January 31, 2017
      1. tiggers

        Thank you but when it comes to your words you always amaze

        January 31, 2017