Treasure Island

Randy McClave

(Ashland, Kentucky)

Being Ruled


I will not be ruled by any man
Who would tell me what not to do or what I can
To no-one will I get down upon my knees
Where my existence is for them only to please,
My being ruled is not in my life’s plan.

I will not be governed whether in Heaven or Hell
Wherever I am sent, I will prevail
I will lead the life that I want to live
Which is mine to have and only mine to give,
As my conscience and my soul is not for sale.

I will not be forced to comply to any law
If so from that society I happily would withdraw
By any one person I will not be judged
Through the books of inequity I have trudged,
As I was created perfect without a flaw.

I will never be another man’s servant or slave
Never will I carry that lie to my grave
I will not be told what to do or what to say
Even who to worship, or to whom to pray,
As soon enough will come my own judgement day.

I will not be controlled under any stipulation
Whether it be by law or man or even a relation
Leadership is mine to make and mine to lead
As I plant my rebellion and revolution from a seed,
And this will end, my final conversation.

Randy L. McClave

Submitted: Friday, September 13, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013
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