What’s behind the story What is the reason for that news Who gets the benefit, the prize The envelope with the bread The law successfully passed The company tracked greased Somebody’s life made easier At the cost of somebody else
I am the factory wall, despised and so defaced Covered with graffiti, defiled and disgraced. I am the concrete tower that holds up the concrete road Bleak and faceless white, bearing my toxic load. I am the bin on the street, bursting full with waste Where rats and vermin crawl, around me in distaste. I am the battered traffic cone abandoned in the hedge A used forgotten prize of lives lived on the edge. I am the street side gutter where dirty water flows A place of infestation, where all the darkness goes. I am the discarded knife with bloodstains on the blade The close but unseen menace lurking in the shade. I am the lofty tower spewing clouds into the air That speed across the oceans, killing without a care. I am the broken shelf with screws rent from the wall That supported all the books and caused them all to fall. I am the sodden cardboard box flapping in the street Broken, limp, forgotten, always under feet.
Once I was a poet, bright-browed with golden-haired Playing harp and singing, songs into the air. Once I was a druid learning from the trees Drawing strength from bark and wisdom from the leaves. Once I was a warrior with proud and shining sword Singing with my war-band a deep heroic chord. Once I was a chieftain with princes round my hearth Against war and cold and famine, our mighty hearts did laugh. Once I was a king whose soul was all the land Who tended all his people with a strong and generous hand.
But I made other people suffer Now suffer myself in turn. But as you wreak your vengeance What lesson do you learn?