A Candidate for Applause

 

 

                He couldn’t have really understood,

Couldn’t have misunderstood neither,

Taller than this, smaller than that,

His offerings were granted yes but,

Altruism was not really his nature,

     His passive stare beguiled

And he thought,

Thought that his place was

Bigger than life,

     Roles dictate whom he should be

No less yet, he didn’t really believe.

 

                Taken to court

As witness to felony,

Instigating all cause

Through lines of a blasphemy,

He never really appealed

To the sanctum of life

And snubbed like a rock

All sleeping emotion, giving

Over himself to powers of devotion.

 

                Just cause

To rough justice!

That was his line of enquiry on life,

And his wife held the stick

To his glory of sons,

Being earnestly stern was her

Call.

 

Mad sad bad and dangerous;

Strictly his ego contested his fall,

Bagged tagged magged toting his pistol,

The season for change never toured

Through his soul.

 

Officialdom carried its quota of victims,

And all prisoners wired up their mouths,

And the children of futures already left;

Cried for their dads to come home. 

 

                Did he know of this spite

As his humanist went rot,

Did he know of the chase

For a pip to be crowned?

Did he fathom the furthest of leagues

Where the heart can be found???

Or was it just boastful, toast-ful

Of all lay imprisoned and bound?

 

                Many a life was took in his name,

So sorry for born to a system that fails,

But he didn’t care as he stares

At his labour in petulant ways,

Not really understanding his own scorn

For his manor, his manner of

Blame that he hails

 

                And the kids go to ground

Smoking acid for fun,

Getting pissed by the candle

And shielding their guns,

And the clothes that they wear

Speaks impossible care,

As the man takes his stage for promotion.

 

                And it’s not that he doesn’t know

The truth behind lies,

It’s like that like you and I,

His role as an actor

Be his personal grudge,

A mistake made by society –

And no-one should judge,

For we all in complacency,

We all when in denial  whilst

Setting our stalls,

Become the next candidate for applause.  

 

Michael J Waite 8^th March 2012.