You always said he’d come to no good
If it were not for you….
“Good morning, Decider, your honour
The audacious intention of it all
The Jester who now stands before you
Was caught red handed daring to dream
And carve out a life without obligations
Of meager means and uncertain ends
Defying limits and pre-decided vocation
This will not do!
Moron! Reveling in his own ambition
But how can he? He was born….
a low-life, a commoner, painfully ordinary
Condemned to carry on the legacy
He was taught his boundaries
He was told not to tress-pass
To think he was exquisite
Who gave him the prerogative?
In the end, Decider, your honor.
He’d not let you have your way
You were supposed to morph his shape.
But your hands were tied
“My heart bleeds” he wailed and tore at you
Huh! Mere existence was not enough
He knew so little, fool, wanted to explore
And off he went…in to the unknown
Such lunacy, his zeal infectious.
If it were not for you…..
Nothing short of murder!
You….he murdered you.
Sir, didn’t he now?
Steeped in his own selfish desires
The sheer vanity of it all
Why the little piece of shit…
Rotting, toiling, trying to be a hero
You should not have let him go
Decider, your honor, take him home.
Put iron bars in the window.
Seal the door there in the wall
When he goes in…
In all your years of judging
The way he made you suffer,
Ungrateful, adamant, argumentative
Because you imposed..why won’t you?
He is your’s, your own flesh and blood
What right has he to differ?
To decide, to choose, to prefer
Hang him…he doesn’t belong here.
~(Inspired by the Pink Floyd track)