Jan 2021
The High and the Mighty
Tough and Brawny
The Slow and the dead
Bereft inert and wasted
Two sides of the same coin.
Happy the haughty
Unleashes the bully,
deeming the other worthless.
Tearing the soul brutal.
Play the game of the top dog and underdog.
Both are clowns,neither realising the futility of this wasted exercise.
Pin the underdog on his physical gesticulation and mental indisposition.
Alone or in a group all are of a similar type.
Lynch the fall guy .
Stooge, scapegoat , victim and prey he becomes
To the vanity he succumbs.
Technique pretty as picnic.
Humour at his fraility,
Sock his security.
Convey substance right,
Lock him in tight.
Prepense a Wrong,
Twist his arm.
Snap and he reacts
He imitates your act
It's all too simple now,
Deride him unfair and square.
He has his cross to bear.
All the while sit in a chair
Wax eloquently about calibre and compare.
He stands there sensibilities destroyed.
Wasting and Raising the role ,
Haul over the Coals,
Oh boy has he killed your Soul ?
The Mighty is a bully,
Always righteous.
The Weak is Cunning,
Uses all the weapons he can comprehend.
Shunning Pretending Obeying and even Clowning.
The Bully manipulates the weak for control, consciously.
The fragile also wants control , manipulating himself unconsciously.
This conflict seldom ends.
Till the feeble attains strength to defend.
Defend he will once he is able to transcend,
That the Mighty pedestal he had given to is living on a pretense.
The Mighty is acting out of a deep inner lacking.
Education none. Occupation None.
Achievements None.
Courteous he is to no one
Covering his incapacity,
He tries to be Judge and Jury.
Never once ******* himself
For deep inside he has no sense of self.
Lives in a dream ,
Destroying condemning others dreams.
Lives the life of the Mighty,
As long as others don't see reality.
That being his only strength.
Till his time is up and fate beckons,
The world has no choice but to reckon
The irony lies in the destiny.
World is not a fair place,
For Mighty he is not .
The Frail realises too late
But can never fight fate
Tough and Brawny
The Slow and the dead
Bereft inert and wasted
Two sides of the same coin.
Happy the haughty
Unleashes the bully,
deeming the other worthless.
Tearing the soul brutal.
Play the game of the top dog and underdog.
Both are clowns,neither realising the futility of this wasted exercise.
Pin the underdog on his physical gesticulation and mental indisposition.
Alone or in a group all are of a similar type.
Lynch the fall guy .
Stooge, scapegoat , victim and prey he becomes
To the vanity he succumbs.
Technique pretty as picnic.
Humour at his fraility,
Sock his security.
Convey substance right,
Lock him in tight.
Prepense a Wrong,
Twist his arm.
Snap and he reacts
He imitates your act
It's all too simple now,
Deride him unfair and square.
He has his cross to bear.
All the while sit in a chair
Wax eloquently about calibre and compare.
He stands there sensibilities destroyed.
Wasting and Raising the role ,
Haul over the Coals,
Oh boy has he killed your Soul ?
The Mighty is a bully,
Always righteous.
The Weak is Cunning,
Uses all the weapons he can comprehend.
Shunning Pretending Obeying and even Clowning.
The Bully manipulates the weak for control, consciously.
The fragile also wants control , manipulating himself unconsciously.
This conflict seldom ends.
Till the feeble attains strength to defend.
Defend he will once he is able to transcend,
That the Mighty pedestal he had given to is living on a pretense.
The Mighty is acting out of a deep inner lacking.
Education none. Occupation None.
Achievements None.
Courteous he is to no one
Covering his incapacity,
He tries to be Judge and Jury.
Never once ******* himself
For deep inside he has no sense of self.
Lives in a dream ,
Destroying condemning others dreams.
Lives the life of the Mighty,
As long as others don't see reality.
That being his only strength.
Till his time is up and fate beckons,
The world has no choice but to reckon
The irony lies in the destiny.
World is not a fair place,
For Mighty he is not .
The Frail realises too late
But can never fight fate
