Broken Dreamer Poem by Alex Lane

Between rice cultures and slackingdoms
their structures make the difference
whether slavery or servitude
could you tell me what it is
that keeps you?

Everyone, they owe a debt that won't be paid
Prisoners, jail-housed into mnemonic ways
innocence dozing there on the street corner
as the guilty plod on by in their order
gravity and sin look the same to me
down-turned hearts wanna be let be
there's no heaven here but people claim they see hell
I say you see what you want to see
whether you downgrade or upsell
but there's a way for you
there's method in making dreams come true
all of that money and material gain
but if that's what you want maybe I shouldn't explain
there's already too much dark
and I won't play any part
in your schemes

dejected by people
hated by god
greeted by barely polite nods
whether reverence or menacing
you couldn't know my motives
not one thing
here it comes
I ask would the jury please stand
tell me then
the charge list brought against this man
desertion with sympathy for mankind
decrypted moral codes in his spare time
love and murder look the same to me
except one employs more savagery
I cannot guarantee I will be coming back
I'm sorry I don't see what you see
all I do is assess the facts
but there's no way for I
whose only response is to sigh
when faced with this extrinsic life I lead
everyone's a winner but I want to concede
I'm just waiting for the dark
to fall over my shrunken heart
where love and loss
are one schism apart.