the innocents stumble into
the paths of the vicious;
the naïve ones smile
and the villains
offer cheap syrup words
they take your lives
give you lies;
they take your minds
give you trials
you fall into a spider web
trapped and suspended
and you think it’s all a good thing
this suspension, this floating feeling;
and you don’t know the design
until the day
the spider comes near
they take you into bed
and they have nice lips and breasts
and they have flashy sex toys;
and they offer nice erections
and deep penetration
and then they bite off your head
they give you dreams
and then they turn mean;
trample on your sandcastles
confiscate mortgaged homes
and all you have left
are sandcastles on public beaches
and a bench in the park
the innocents stumble into
the paths of the vicious;
the naïve ones smile
and the villains
offer cheap syrup words
they put you in a daze
you wake up late
and you realize the sun’s come and gone;
mother’s brought you in
and dad’s done you in;
and the police devise ways
to bring you in
love’s gone bitter
and all things are blame;
life’s grown stale
and dead ends
take you for a ride;
you want to take your life
but hell stares you down
the innocents stumble into
the paths of the vicious;
the naïve ones smile
and the villains
offer cheap syrup words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great indictment of giving in to drugs and the villains of the society! Your message needs to be spread far and wide. Well done... with a genuine concern for the damned!