The Prisoner

A man stood at the side of the road
His voice echoed in every ear
He stood strong in the midst of cars rushing
Waved them off to move away, grace of a king Lear
He was loud and clear but his words were fumbled
Did not look in his senses but sermoned like a seer

He spoke of how our life is full of fear and deceit
Corrupt our own gods to fool a few
We continue to live a life of lecher and conceit
Refuse to speak up when it matters the most
But our voices ring loud hidden behind a tweet

He spoke of how we have souls as dark as night
Sell our own conscience to buy our gods
Wanting to build temples with the blood of our own Wight
We know a man by the tongue he speaks not by his deeds
Place one lives decided by a man's might

He looked at us, his stare lost and barren
The pain in his eyes begged us to be free
They called him a drunk and never listened
All were bound by their life's blind decree
He warned us of the dangers of a failed state
Asked us to listen to the cry of the banshee
All they did, was give him a mocking laugh
Followed by chiding and an insult spree
But he stood his ground and rambled on
Losing his audience, still waiting for some to agree

With a sudden thud and screech the man was made silent
With that ended the drunk's philosophers raiment
But his life was a waste said a few shrugs
The world just got rid of a tumor malignant

The ignorance made me wonder the fate of men who speak
While walk free the men who abacinate
Is this what the world does to the free minded
While tongue tied fools live a life they hallucinate

Was this man a prisoner of his spirits or his own freedom?
While we live being prisoners of our own fate....