Give us one last song before the curtain call.
A final night before the start of the fall.
Is that too much asked too soon?
Perhaps I’m just too demanding for you.
Bitterness and brokering.
Seldom do we start the machine.
Wandering through darkened halls.
Plead for mercy,
Beg to be released from this outsiders cause.
Vengeance won’t fix what has been damaged.
You’ll still continue to feel unbalanced.
Frayed from the overuse.
Yes what’s been done is a form of abuse.
Bitterness and brokering.
Seldom do we start the machine.
Wandering through darkened halls.
Plead for mercy,
Beg to be released from this outsiders cause.
Manipulation should not be so matter of fact.
Body tensed and waiting to be smacked.
Head filled with a rush of fear.
Side split as though ambushed with a spear.
Crying like a new-born left alone.
Mind shattering like a malnourished bone.
I know that is what’s been done to you.
Yes freedom is long overdue.
But becoming a monster won’t change the past.
Walk that road and you’ll forever be last.
Locked in a gilded cage to serve as a tool.
Be framed as dangerous, sick and cruel.
So for tonight lets be fast friends.
Then maybe at dawn we can change that trend.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 