Retribution

They were all there, the people from your past,
nowhere to hide, you could only strap to the mast;
the walls were nicely decorated with apricot flowers,
so many people who'd  been scooped from ivory towers.

I remember him - he was the guy who did the plans,
he had a snobby attitude, didn't like the also-rans,
nice to see him on his knees, punishment rather neat,
if he returns, he can show the holes in his hands and feet.

They say he died in Katmandu, no radar near the hills,
like those flowers, ended up like meaningless tendrils.
reduced to a level - you were exactly like everyone,
no escape, you were infintesimal under burning sun.

I forgive you, we're all floating around, untouchable,
think again, you're bum will be smacked - not invisible.