Poem - 30 June 2021, 05:23

When Power Lies...

Karma

When power lies in a mind of sin,
A heart lies cold as stone,
harlequin skies & butterflies,
lay a trail for deceived eyes.
A cry for freedom does not comply,
when blood knows only one guide,
the act is life, the life is act
for the action does not match the mind.
To preach from the keyboard,
that life is the oyster,
whilst minds are imprisoned by tainted hand.
To show who had bred,
independently proving,
the journey is thought of alone.
Whilst money protects, the legal man waits,
to prey on his next direction.
Where is the freedom,
in walls of deception,
that comfort be gifted in kind.
To show on the keyboard
that life be the making,
forgetful of who had no choice.
Corrupting the minds,
that there be only one guide,
to prove the yang was unkind.
The keyboard lays witness,
in all that is careless,
in stories concocted to condemn.
The past be erased,
for past holds all judgement,
from deceptions internal cast.
The slate wiped clean,
experience unquestioned,
to the masses sought to contain.
When past is erased,
conscience is cleansed,
along with minds misguided.
With help from who bred,
& those who lead,
the benefit to all is designed.
Though innocent minds,
cannot be fooled,
by passage of time,
when experience does not suit the crime.
Natural curiosity,
will bite with ferocity
when answers to actions unwind.
The years of deception,
by all who had lead,
awake from the slumber,
the cracks in the walls, holding all secrets,
crumbling with the passage of time.
The innocent minds, no longer naive,
questions hold terror,
that all may be lost,
to they who had bred,
they who had lead,
all control be lost, when deception unpicked,
the misery cast, starts to creep in the heart,
the mind feels horror of isolations thunder,
adrift in the ocean,
lost, judged & shamed.
The heart she destroyed,
the mind she raped,
stands strong embracing their blood.
He fought through the storm,
faced demons & scorned,
by all with assumption in mind.
His love for his blood,
would never deter him,
from facing the terror head on.
To take from his arms,
the blood from his heart,
to show who had bred, they who had lead,
that she could exist alone.
She now lies empty,
abandoned by society,
the abuser is finally condemned.
For years of deception, irony will now haunt her dreams,
everything she cast is now home to roost,
she will now feel the terror he endured,
the isolation, the fear, the pain.
The Mind of power that lived in sin,
for the innocent misguided, now
rest safely in his loving arms.