Forced to spew what the masses chant, Chained not able to feel anymore she can't
Feel me Lord, why shan't I compose my heart?
They took it her supposed friends, greedily tearing it apart
Feasting on her love, familiar to vultures giving one another a shove
Look there, her joy... It is theirs to employ
Tasting her sympathy for who shall need this vulgarity
Ripping and tearing, for humanity and our souls a deep disparity
This shell of a human falling to her knees, her talent suppressed for the masses she shall please
I see through her chains, it shall take an enormous amount of energy
For the demons power has sapped us clean leaving us with lethargy
"Paint as I tell you, Poems are mine to claim"...
Head bowed in disgust, an emense weight of shame
For "her friends" now tell her what to think, no one else to blame
Desperation of acceptance, Loneliness their Weapon
How did such an intensely beautiful Woman allow this to happen
I know why she allowed her chains, for I too had succumbed to the shame
Of allowing the Masses to manipulate your path
Breaking free, they shall feel my wrath
A withering Soul not able to write her emotions
Wake Up Woman, become immune to their Potions
Here I am feral, free to express what has been done
The wealth they give you is merely a gun
To point at your head, destroying your expression
Only leading to sadness and inevitable depression
Again, I shall crack open their hold of your writers hand
Releasing you to breathe the fresh air of the Promised Land
Free to smile without them telling you how and when
Together we shall not break in the wind, holding one another enjoying the ride.
Laughing, together we bend...
© Dale A Martinez