The Rock In the Eye

Here comes a word, A word that cuts as a sword, You could have heard it’s foreword, From a songbird or a ladybird, But I renew your memory, Of the rocks in our eyes. I will whisper, mime or even shout, If this will bring attention, Prevention and intervention, Of this hurting, pinching rock, Preventing the shutting of eyelid, For the rock is in the eye. The monster is taking shapes, octagon, Will take you for a marathon, Not in Babylon but imaginary, Building unseen houses and castles, For the rock remains in the eyes. They press it through the blood, And power press it by the nose, Sink it down the belly by mouth In the hope of rising and firing, But bears so much detention, For the rock is still in their eyes. The pain becomes unbearable, Tears are flowing freely, Eyes are shutting truly, Ooh! Lives are surely ending, And desperation is now showing, For the rocks are in the eyes. Some will end on streets, Roaming with insanity, Many will return to infancy, Mind, speech and deeds, Others bed partners in jail, For the rocks are in their eyes. I will sing a song of desperation, For the song of joy is gone, I will lament with no comment, For the lives that are destroyed, Man and future squashed, By the rock that is in the eye. We all stand accused, And amused by the situation, Let’s all get attached, To save the situation, We all are getting worried, By the rock in our eyes. Dear listener, is there hope? Will Mary, Stacy and Tracy perish? No! No! No! We all are afflicted, But will never ever be defeated, We will all take positions, To remove the rock in the eye.