Song Of Experience Poem by david e golledge

I'd like to spend every waking hour
In your sight but I can't.
No nursery or school for you,
no workplace for me.
Twenty-four-seven protection guaranteed.
No gap in the armour,
no achilles heel to be exploited,
no flesh to bleed.

The world is twisted.
Leaders without recourse, inbred dictators,
democracy those flying pigs
someone once saw.
Criminals embraced and favoured,
perverts beyond the law.
And you.
Potential victim of the DSS, the 8mm,
the uzi, the motiveless blade.

You must be made aware,
experience no match for care.
Your innocence corrupted and lost,
the shame and the cost
of this age.
I wish it wasn't so.

I wish it wasn't so.