An abattoir of rotten meat
Necks rung as they were slaughtered
They loiter down a forgotten street
Dreams hung, drawn and quartered
Hookers stuck in bimbo limbo
Faceless faces, made up names
Hooked on drugs, stood akimbo
Wasted spaces, paraded shame
Toothless trolls lay in wait
As stagnant as the pool they hide
Ruthless souls engrained with hate
Only fragments residual inside
Crooked crooks left to languish
They drift as if in the gallows
Luckless looks bereft from anguish
As they shift amongst the shadows
Exiled from humanity
An island for the lost
Asylum for insanity
Where all the damned are tossed
The crowd investigated a thought of a crime,
The web was the tool of their choice,
The arrest by the crowd, the charge by the crowd,
To the crowd he now had no voice,
No confession of guilt, no evidence needed,
When the crowd put him directly on trial,
Beyond reasonable doubt meant nothing at all,
To the crowd which’d now become tribal,
You see, the burden of proof was thrown away,
The rumours had a life of their own,
The rumours grew to a spectacular story,
A story where the truth’s left alone,
And the sentence was swift, no appeal was given,
His soul was on full public parade,
He was hung, drawn and quartered by the rumouring crowd,
And then he was thrown away.
Who gave this world the right to judge me?
Everywhere I look, all I see is the jury,
But I'm not getting a fair trial.
Before I've even left my house,
you've hung, drawn and quartered me.
If I wear this I'm 'ghetto',
If I wear that I'm 'uppity'
I speak Ebonics & I'm a 'thug',
I speak English and I'm a 'washout'.
My own people only hear my voice,
The others only see my skin.
When did they replace god?
Last time I prayed, he was still there.
If he isn't, someone, please let me know,
Put me out of my misery.
Why do we hate so much,
When this prejudice only destroys us.
If some people looked in the mirror,
They would realise they don't like what they see.
Who decides what I am,
How do you define me?
You don't,
I define myself.
I am not a colour, creed, nationality,
I am me.
When I look in the mirror, I like what I see,
If that isn't the case for you…
Well, don't take it out on me
By Mon
Earth and its function
earth and its function
dirt and reelection
reflection from a mirror
so much terror
memory of a computer error
robots livid from motion
data starts back the Trojans
Argonauts
nautical astronauts
leading the sheep to the slaughter
reminiscing when they caught her
tortured terrorists hung drawn and quartered
Written by Sean randy Joseph McMahon
on/19/03/06/ sun
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