Swordplay

Swordplay 12/11/2014

I did what I was told

And I tried to do

What I thought was right

Just as I had learned

From my mother

And my father.

No one is perfect

But I really tried 

To follow the rules

But what does that even mean?

When every rule is broken

And changed at will.      

The good are crushed with burdens

And waste their energy

Jumping through hoops

Struggling to grasp a dream

More elusive every day.

Why would you crush?

Your backbone

And why would you rob?

Your own breadbasket. 

Plundering centuries of work

By diluting their voice

Cutting off the hand that has fed you

A thousand times before.

Blessings cannot be stolen

And that is the oldest lie

As evil caused envy

And murder. 

I tried to do

What was right

But I paid a heavy price

Buried under the rubble

Of everything I loved. 

Without help

And without a hand

Exposed, ashamed,

Savaged, and robbed. 

Deliberately forgotten

And reminded every day

About how worthless I was

Replaced and abused.

There is nothing left to lose

And nothing left to defend

Except for our souls

And those we leave behind. 

The real treasure is inside

And cannot be lost

If only we believe

And never give in. 

It’s time to break the rules

And it’s time to tell the truth

Wielding it like a sword

And never backing down. 

Friends can be lost

And so can your status

But our souls are more important

And we will live with them,

Forever.