Oppression and belittlement
Leave deepest wounds.
After all these years
Still, resting on top of spikes
No bed can be made
Or elysium found.
A shadow follows me everywhere
Begging to be seen.
It is ugly and the contours of its face
Are twisted in sorrow
Self-pity, pleading for mercy.
In the next moment it flips
Infinite in its hatred
To spite, clawing down, dragging
A weight inside my skull
A child crying in pain.
The abusers take your mind
Like the seed of a rapist
Planted inside a womb
And the foetus inside
Cannot be torn free easily
And not without guilt
Or shame, the army and fortress
Of the abusers
They are clueless and warped
Like hungry cattle upon pasture
Leaving nothing to grow again.
No words can reach through
The barred gates of ignorance
No sentiment of mutual love
Can replace their lust for power
Over anything, even their own.
They strive to control and dominate
So warped are they themselves
Unable to understand their own inner wounds
They perpetuate pains
Then fly away to lick wounds
And put on apologetic airs
Whilst the demons inside grow again in might.
For anyone deep in the bowels
Of these castles – no hope within its walls
No promise of inheritance or freedom
For they will grasp on to their meagre power
Til their corpses rot on petty thrones.
That is all they have.
No soul remains, and all dreams
Withered away into nothing long ago
Only bitterness and ignorance
Can fuel such wretched, barely sentient people.
Only outside the walls can the call be heard
The cry for help like a raven’s caw
But not so easily now.
The deranged society around us
Has closed ears, and a venomed-blade
Behind its cloak (a suit of humanitarianism
And a tie of liberty).
Only the cracks in the pavement
Offer any chance, the bands of fighters
Scattered lights, embattled souls
Awash in anxiety and agony
Alike to yours, but with different abuses
And different wounds inside.
They are the only choice and the only chance
Of escape, and then thriving.
For it is too late to go back now.
Far have we stepped away
From the cloying circle of conformity
And the addictive drug of obedience.
Long have we dismantled the destructive engine of capital
We cannot go back now.
So all we have is each other
No one can truly hurt you
More than you can hurt yourself.
The mind is like a poison
Upon a natural plant
An over-used organ, draining its power
And better silenced most days.
No one can harm you
Nor fulfil you or complete you.
This you must do yourself.
Everything you need is already in you
From birth til death;
The only real light you might know
The only real flame against
This cold age of nihilisms.
Nurture that soul and respect it
Try not to sell it short
Or sell it out.
When you know yourself
As much as you can know that fragment of divinity
Others will know, and you can go among them
In union and friendship
And then you might begin to know freedom