I had an idea what it would be like to have no hands or a tongue to express myself. |
-Wicked Is The Man- by Keaton Foster Wicked is the man That has no hands What could he have done To be burdened With just two stubs What could he have done To have them cut Sliced off at the wrists Clean, clinically, and precise Such a punishment Must have been decided By a jury of his peers Such cruelty must be part Of some greater lesson For not only him But for all others contemplating What he has been convicted of doing He can no longer touch nor feel His world, seems so surreal He struggles to get a grip Both literally and figuratively Imagination builds in his mind Aggression burns in his heart With no form of release Such a man is truly suffering But such suffering is not limited Further silent is indeed he Because that same man Has no tongue It was cut at the root Clean, clinically, and precise Done by the hands Of some sadistic master He can never speak of his truth He never writes a single lie He is an unexpressional beast Burdened by all that he has done And all that he has become If those who condemned him Wished for a lesson to be learned I will speak for him and say That I am sure that such a lesson Has become one with those of us With all of our appendages And God given apparatuses Wicked is the man That has no hands And that is without a tongue He has no way to express himself No way to let others know What such an experience is like… Wicked Is The Man Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |