Writing On the Wall

I’ve seen the writing on the wall, It’s so clear now, I get it all. These unfriendly voices that I hear, Are now too much for me to bear. Friendly smiles I thought them be, Their deeds belie their pedigree. They whisper words that ache my soul, I see from them intentions foul. Once so calm, I let all slide, But now no more; that boy has died. That peeping Tom, so much in need, Has had his fill of mortal greed. He’s had his fill, the light has shone His peeping, longing days are gone. It’s all too clear, he needs desist From chasing bonds where none exist. The island man, standing alone, He’ll forge his own from blood and bone. So as I end this honest verse I shove those bonds up in a hearse.