Who could understand you?
The kings of experience they all did decide
To tie you to the rocks where the fat angels glide;
To feed you with bitumen and take you for a ride,
But just how far can they take you?
The grime-faced politicians all did smile
As they dressed you in plastic and walked you down the aisle
Past the concrete pillars painted with their bile
Who among them could ever reach you?
And you dreamed of castles, dragons and princes
As they fastened you to the block and began with the pincers
The hangman laughs as he studies you and winces
What news could they ever extract from you?
Innocent lady of the shopping mall
With a head full of brightly coloured cotton wool
Could anyone ever understand you?
Opher – 5.8.2020