(WARNING!!! EXTREMELY LONG!!!)
I hear the words you speak
I see your mouth move
I feel your words fall on dead ears
Dead ears to a dead heart
Dead eyes to a dead soul
A reflective mirror of my life's source.
You tell me my opinion's wrong
That my thoughts are unjust
Who taught you of Justice?
Who told you of Temperance?
I lie here and die now,
And father it's all your fault.
You see my pain as I crumble
I know you can see me fall
I watch you watch me
Spiralling down
And I know that deep down
Somewhere you wait for me to crash.
But I've never flown before
Instead, I've always crouching in the bushes
Spent all my life hiding
From the shadow
Circling over my life for millennia
No longer will I be in bondage
I will live no further in a cage.
I refuse to cringe like a wild animal
Under your boot as you prove
To the world your power
By caging the flightless bird.
So I will force myself to wander
Unknown, shifting from country to country
My plight carries over
And I pass by very many
And I am blessed
As they try to give aid.
So I continue to journey
As far awaay from you as possible
And every step I take to the South
Somehow I gravitate to the North
Every league I travel away
Somehow I continue closer back.
How does this happen?
What wickedness is this?
What witchcraft binds me to your life?
Can I not run?
Can I not scream?
Can I not die?
As a river I rush
And I continue to flow
But I don't really move
I lie frozen to this desolate land
A hard winter surface lying in the depths
Turned by your winter-oppressed hand.
But you continue to send me away
And I run from you
And you wonder why
I trudge with a heavy heart
Everytime you try to call me
Back towards your icy embrace
Saddam has no wrath
Like unto your daily fits
Yet why do I tolerate them?
Why do I not yell back?
Why do I long for your Acceptance
yearn for your tolerance?
With a knife in your hand
But for your true intent
Would your open arms
Betray a welcoming gesture
Only meant to rid yourself
Of the nieusance I prove to be.
Like so many of the myths
I have studied in the past
I draw parallels
Joan of Arc, Mary Queen of Scots,
Cleopatra, Aphrodiety,
All women oppressed by men.
But by a figure so close?
So near the heart
As to condone such treatment?
Should not a father
See his daughter
As a shining, precious jewel?
But not you.
You feel the need,
The necessity
To provoke hatred
And to make me feel
There is no escape.
So many have lent
Of their own life force
To the value of my cause
But you never believed
You never let me live
Always cut me off.
Cut off from
The rest of the world
In a plave of my own
Not in a dungeon
But a beautiful room
All decorated in stone.
Beautiful gifts
You give to me
Shrouded in shadow
Golden Jewlery
Each of them tiped
With the deadliest of poisons.
So I put them away
In a jade jewel box
I hide them away
I never let them see
Each time you have tried
To cause me pain.
The slightest of smiles
A courteous bow
A flowry curtsey
the smallest of respectful gestures
A cunning dance
A dangerous game.
But how many
We encounter
Truely know the rules?
Can they play along?
Doubtful.
So they watch us.
Only from a distance
For they dare not
Interfere
As we dance the spears
The world will watch
Until the final blow.
And who deals such?
Will one ever win?
Or is this doomed
To forever be
And endless struggle
For life, to love?
What is your reason?
Why did you disown me?
Are you so dissapointed?
Did I let you so far down?
How can it be that you
Cannot bear my presence?
But I already know
The answer is already mine
I need look no more.
It is my love you hate.
It is my compassion you fear.
And above all, my thoughts you despise.
For I am my own
I have a free will
Like so many of the others
Whom, over the years
You have worked so hard
To eliminate.
But I am your own.
I am your flesh and blood.
I am the next in line.
Between you and I,
Tyranny and justice,
There is no other.
Heir to the golden throne
Instead I sit on the clouds.
Recieve the shining crown
Instead I have the sun.
Rule with bejeweled sceptre,
Instead with an open hand.
A true ruler rules not
Unless in the hearts of their people
A true monarch is not
Does not succeed the throne
But is given it only by
The ones who love them.
And of all
The prodigal daughter
Is beloved far more
Then the tyrannical father
And only a matter of time
Before the Overthrowing.
The people will rule
For they have an iron fist
Their own crown
Worth far more
In their hearts
Then your most precious gold.
And look you now
Hear me as I tell it
For my foresight proves true
Look to the head of the army
And wreathed in golden light
Rides your behated daughter.
I fear not the weight of the sword
Or the consequence of the shield
My weapon raised high above my head
The first and final blow
Of every strike led
Against my beloved father.
The rubble in the aftermath
Falling about the shoulders
Of the crusaders
The soldiers of their own cause
Freedom fighters destined
To free themselves of your clenched gauntlet.
Your magnificent empire
Simply dust at my feet
Your years of hard work
The only remainder of your days
Spent hidden in darkness
Away from human contact.
Love you not mankind?
Have you no stability
In your heart
For the lives of those
Whom have so long needed
To depend on you?
You are their leader
Should they not respect you?
And what is respect without love?
If they do not love you,
Then the throne is no longer yours.
It belongs to them now..
A new vine arises
A rose unfurls itself
from the putrid ashes
Of a charred land
Burned black by a ruler
Cruel and unjust by choice.
Never has nature
Created such an evil thing
So it must be
Borne of man
To do his bidding
A master bound by chains.
Never before from evil
Has there come something of good
From the blunders of the world
Has there come grace and poise
From the torturous depths
Has there come so pure a light.
Never before
But should future prove
To bestow such things
Down on a dying world?
Should on a poisoned landscape
Fall the purest healing rain?
Should we not look
To the clear skies above?
Should we not seek
For that which
Will be our saving grace
Our sweet solstice?
And the people
Await their saviour
And amazingly
They find it in themselves
Once again to trust
The bloodline which betrayed them.
Why does their faith
In myself run so deep
If you, my own kin
Cannot find it of you
To love me, your offspring
To accept what I am?
Why do you look desolately
Upon my tolerance?
You say I am evil
Because I will not say the same
Of another who has the will
To face you themselves.
