Whatever You Think I Am; I'm Not!

I disregarded a charlatan, for negating my own trust,
I do not trust the reticent from showing me disgust
I argue with the thrice heads of the dog of war and sin,
I spell it out for ignorance that Cerberus is kingpin

I formalise, not realise, this discontentment when I fall,
I understand, not formicate, which is why I stand up tall,
For failure is not understood by those who apparently win,
So rare are these hospitable, that they rarely recognise sin

I identify with souls of rage, disaster alongside fatigue,
Wondering if I will ever realise how close to death I’ve been,
The suffering and hatred, the regret along with pain
Struggling alongside innocence, and admiring their domain

Dominion rules, and subjective fools, retort from all that disgusts,
Ritual abuse, has absolved much misuse of persons of whom I discuss,
So must it be true, when they haven’t a clue to judge us and rule us and say,
No man can stand in front of me and state, he is different in any way.

21/12/07

EyeCeyE (Iain Cockhill)