The Dumb Master

Before I even gazed out on this world
A callous attempt was made on my life:
Bound and caught up
In an inane rhetoric
That served only to shackle the souls
Of the countless, mindless, masters.

But what they failed to realise
Is that just below the surface
Blatantly apparent to all who would see
Like curdled milk in rich, dark coffee.

Ill intent and folds of skin
Ineffectually disguising the beast
That sought to devour our spirit
Tried to deny our souls
Called us a name that has somehow stuck.

Built walls, long crumbled to dust
Steel bars that have turned to rust
All the lies we were meant to trust
Thought they’d feed millions with one stale crust
Defiled my sister to satisfy their lust
Should we rot in prison when we get bust.

But what they failed to realise
Is that just below the surface
Blatantly apparent to all who would see
Like curdled milk in rich, dark coffee.

Their hatred consumed their very own souls
And now they lurk mumbling in the shadows
Waiting for the past to return
Hoping in vain that they will regain
The merest vestige of their former worth
That was bred in the abyss
Of a psychopath’s mind.

But what they failed to realise
Is that just below the surface
Blatantly apparent to all who would see
Like curdled milk in rich, dark coffee.

We watched the emptiness grow
They continued as if they didn’t know
Reality came and it delivered them a blow
Now they eat the bitter fruit of all they did sow
Demanding subsidies for all that they owe
Pointing fingers even as they go
Too many that still despise them so
I’m not sorry, but I hate them bro’.

But what they failed to realise
Is that just below the surface
Blatantly apparent to all who would see
Like curdled milk in rich, dark coffee.