It is an obscenity
For a predator
Than who has to be
Made invalid
By a stroke
Of misfortune
Good and broke

Unfit for life
Disarmed in fact
Can you react
To the ugliness
To the enmity
All that strength and potency

Wasted by some criminal lout
Whose knowledge
He had put about
Little to talk to talk you out
As he continues
Now to flout

The freedoms that birth gave to him
The means to glide to dive to swim
A never ending brief to try
And now alone you are going to die
Sucking up salt and minimum air
As the world falls in so unaware
Of The sinking feel that overcomes
And the music stops
As do the drums

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