Driven

Driven by the gutless
The arrogant brigade
Taking on the great god
Who eventually has paid
A price born out of torture
And violence and such pain
The idiocy and stolidity
The obsession and the strain

These were the wildest giants
Plucked from tribal places
Living where their gods had put them
Realness in their faces
Stolen stripped of innocence
And thrown into a stockade
Tied up chained bull hooked and pained
And injured with a blade

Years and years of cruelty
Being made to cart
People riding on their back
That’s where it did start
A difference of opinion
A differing belief
Unwitting and unknowing
The quackery of grief

Loose thinking inexactness
Deception all the time
Intolerance and hatred
It was such a crime
Evasive and irrational
A darkness all could see
An untrustworthiness
An indecision
A vile improbity

Crowds in an enclosure
Noise and frustration reigns
Drumming chaos causing
Pent up anger strains
Mayhem there and panic
Blood vessels bursting high
The elephants were angry
And, we all see why
Men thrown every which way
Tossed like broken toys
Flailing arms and broken legs
They were the Ele boys

Trodden on and crushed and thrown
These half chained creatures, they
Felt the mad confusion
The delirium display
The oddness the strange behaviour
The bedlam all could feel
Confused deranged demented
Psychotic at such a deal
Defective and erratic
Bearing down on those that fell
Smashing them along the ground
Into their long term hell

Unhinged infuriated
Their expectations high
Men were being crushed alive
And tossed into the sky
Women in their sari’s ran
With children at their side
Corybantic frantic
Moronic on the slide
An apocalypse of anger
The writing on the wall
A calamity of chaos
Many men did fall
And were trodden on and broken
And all eternity
Would favour this emotion
Would herald each attempt
Would sweep them into Summer Land
And share the base contempt
The unmeaningness and delirium
The frenzy all could see
The waffling raving gibbering mass
Of vile uncertainty

We have to give due sympathy
To the elephants they took
A hammering a battering
Play it by the book
They snapped for want of solitude
They bust a gut in pain
Their anger it was fiery
Vivid and insane
The drama the reluctance
To cooperate and see
The fractiousness
Not minded to any modesty
Uncooperative and recalcitrant
But still kicked mighty hard
With a determination
To really mark their card

An obduracy and stubbornness
To really make their point
Dour and grim and persistent
They would wreck the joint
They would run and frighten
Everybody there
Beat down all the women and children
The despair
was powerful
And objectionable
Abuse the wrong was now
They would be the catastrophe
And this my dears was how