Driven by the gutless
\nThe arrogant brigade
\nTaking on the great god
\nWho eventually has paid
\nA price born out of torture
\nAnd violence and such pain
\nThe idiocy and stolidity
\nThe obsession and the strain<\/p>\n
These were the wildest giants
\nPlucked from tribal places
\nLiving where their gods had put them
\nRealness in their faces
\nStolen stripped of innocence
\nAnd thrown into a stockade
\nTied up chained bull hooked and pained
\nAnd injured with a blade<\/p>\n
Years and years of cruelty
\nBeing made to cart
\nPeople riding on their back
\nThat’s where it did start
\nA difference of opinion
\nA differing belief
\nUnwitting and unknowing
\nThe quackery of grief<\/p>\n
Loose thinking inexactness
\nDeception all the time
\nIntolerance and hatred
\nIt was such a crime
\nEvasive and irrational
\nA darkness all could see
\nAn untrustworthiness
\nAn indecision
\nA vile improbity<\/p>\n
Crowds in an enclosure
\nNoise and frustration reigns
\nDrumming chaos causing
\nPent up anger strains
\nMayhem there and panic
\nBlood vessels bursting high
\nThe elephants were angry
\nAnd, we all see why
\nMen thrown every which way
\nTossed like broken toys
\nFlailing arms and broken legs
\nThey were the Ele boys<\/p>\n
Trodden on and crushed and thrown
\nThese half chained creatures, they
\nFelt the mad confusion
\nThe delirium display
\nThe oddness the strange behaviour
\nThe bedlam all could feel
\nConfused deranged demented
\nPsychotic at such a deal
\nDefective and erratic
\nBearing down on those that fell
\nSmashing them along the ground
\nInto their long term hell<\/p>\n
Unhinged infuriated
\nTheir expectations high
\nMen were being crushed alive
\nAnd tossed into the sky
\nWomen in their sari’s ran
\nWith children at their side
\nCorybantic frantic
\nMoronic on the slide
\nAn apocalypse of anger
\nThe writing on the wall
\nA calamity of chaos
\nMany men did fall
\nAnd were trodden on and broken
\nAnd all eternity
\nWould favour this emotion
\nWould herald each attempt
\nWould sweep them into Summer Land
\nAnd share the base contempt
\nThe unmeaningness and delirium
\nThe frenzy all could see
\nThe waffling raving gibbering mass
\nOf vile uncertainty<\/p>\n
We have to give due sympathy
\nTo the elephants they took
\nA hammering a battering
\nPlay it by the book
\nThey snapped for want of solitude
\nThey bust a gut in pain
\nTheir anger it was fiery
\nVivid and insane
\nThe drama the reluctance
\nTo cooperate and see
\nThe fractiousness
\nNot minded to any modesty
\nUncooperative and recalcitrant
\nBut still kicked mighty hard
\nWith a determination
\nTo really mark their card<\/p>\n
An obduracy and stubbornness
\nTo really make their point
\nDour and grim and persistent
\nThey would wreck the joint
\nThey would run and frighten
\nEverybody there
\nBeat down all the women and children
\nThe despair
\nwas powerful
\nAnd objectionable
\nAbuse the wrong was now
\nThey would be the catastrophe
\nAnd this my dears was how<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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 … Continue reading