Ambition is All We Need
Revolutionary—
That is what I want them to call me.
When I am dead and gone,
When I am nothing more than dust
From which the trees will grow,
On which feet will tread.
I want them to remember
My Revolution, My little Rebellion.
I want it to ring in their ears,
Everything I said,
And give them courage
To speak as well.
My Revolution.
It will not be loud as politicians.
It will not be harsh as war.
Rather, it will be quiet and inspiring
Like the rising sun.
It will be a peaceful resistance of evil,
And a firm adherence to good.
Through me and others like me
Evil will be uprooted,
Good will be regrown,
Joy will come to many,
And Pain will fade away.
But who dares to follow me?
I am a sinner myself.
A fisherman. A tax collector.
Who would have the courage to stand
Against the strength of evil?
Who would risk it all for—
For what?
For the good of the rest of the world?
Who would wish to die for good?
But, no, it is much more,
Is it not?
Who will wish to live with me,
In a life that never fades?
Who will wish to fight beside me
So that all violence will cease?
Who believes as I, that Life
Should be made worth living?
And that love of others
Will change the world?
Who desires as I
To be a Revolution?
For, how could I ever live
When my life is a shell?
Why would I live
Without ambition to drive me?
With all of our passion,
May we start the Rebellion.
May we enter the fire.
May we finally begin to live.