Woe Is Me Poem by Mark Heathcote

Waves of sympathy are few and far between
might as well be beneath the waves drowning
then a merman skulking in a latrine
all faith in humanity—denouncing
'woe is me' a bird tethered by-one-wing
yes, people are cruel when its mob-rule
for sure they'd gladly tar and feather you.
They'll-do-almost almost, anything-

To get-and-have-their way, and bully you.
Ask for help they answer our-hands are tied.
Sorry, you've been washed out by the tide.
If you bide your time, we'll forget your crime.
Better still if you're gullible-enough
we'll do-it-all again sing 'woe is he'.
And make you crawl through the undergrowth slough,
never to get-off your grovelling knees.

Asking…begging for their forgiveness, please.