Break Free - Poem by Joshua Harper
Hearken here! Listen to my sainted voice.
Your ears I wish not to deceive.
So turn reluctant eyes to the scaffold lies
To hear this story of a haunted Beast.
Don’t walk away! Are you mad? ! Insane? !
This monstrosity! This disease! Dirty are his clothes. His blood rots
With greed. No different from you or I, this rat that sickens even the ill.
So ignorant! So stupid this crowd seems!
Do you pay him no mind! Do you give this swine no pity?
You see him everyday, yet you ignore him all the same
Pathetic I say! But who am I to accuse for I too have sinned the same.
A man of no honor I am but among true kings.
It is here in this city where he, this Beast, roams for gold
So rugged so cheep he begs on his knees.
Through cold, through heat, he grows
Weak with less to eat.
Bore from a mother with a heartless soul.
Loved by none and feared by all
Shall we see him die? Lonely but alive?
This insect! This pest! Let him crawl on his sunken chest
For what God can make a Beast like he?
What Lord of yours will smirk at this infidels misery?
None I know. None I know.
Come now child sit here with me.
See the color of the roses fade with no change in the sky.
Here now, taste this bread from the oven already stale and cold.
I can not be mad, for the child is of pure soul and future mind.
Listen to the beat of the drum. The Beast is to be hung.
With everything he has left he will fight to break free from this horrid dream.
With a war to come and blood that flows like the sea, he will fight to break free.
Grime from the streets washed away and a broadening smile covering his face.
This Beast will break free. Always break free.
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