My lived experience qualifies me
To be a lone avenger
To be free to criticise more
And less inclined to see need
And recognise humanity
Humility fed to the wolves
Love suppressed by fear
I turn my ear to clarion cry
As silent tears turn dust to sea
And fossilising bed of dreams
Such stoney heart insanity
Perverts justice of runes
Brings hell damnation to bear
Revealed by erosion of dues
Of what is proper?
Of what is notion of greed
When price is paid by least
Able to pick gems from clutter
Chaos reigning acid tongues
Slice strips from flank of decent
Drip drip lies embed the faith
Of men and daughters women
And sons must blind follow
Gift of death received with smile
Unravelling time ascendant
Lifelines lifting bolster swagger
Entitled will as privileged are
That climb on skulls of slaves