The Intention Was All Yours

 

 

Your heart says ‘run’

But you’ve lost a leg,

Your soul says climb

While your arms are behind your back,

     Your heart says love,

But the violence conditioned you for war,

Your mind says reach,

But they didn’t teach,

     and

You’re caught in a prison,

But you long to be free,

This is what society has done unto me.

 

The grandiosity with which I sometimes preach,

Comes from the cripple they made of me,

Comes from viciousness they taught of many,

     And I’m not the only one,

Not the only one destructed for no

Apparent reason,

     Crippled so many,

So many an artist

Bludgeoned of sanity,

It’s no wonder now;

Suicide be the art-form

They inspire through jealousy

And I know I’ve been duped,

As have many,

As have many,

And it’s sad because,

Britain is now poorer,

For their sadistic ways.

 

 

Michael J Waite 16^th February 2013.