Time passes,
Onward comes revolution,
He a new kind,
From years of evolution.1
He was born on the step of death,
Cradled in blankets and sheets.
As the keeper held it, felt his breath,
In here it`s warmer than the streets.2
Just a young freak,
Small,
Cute,
And weak.3
Placed in his first,
And last cage.
It`s hungry and dying of thirst.
When time takes its age.4
Living alone,
Watched by demons,
He has grown,
And keeps on dream`n.5
Years of reticule,
Vile laughs and cries,
Hating the petty fools,
For caging and tiling the skies.6
And he sits justly,
Looking into the eyes,
Of every passer by.
Feeling their emotional sighs.7
God hath no creature like,
This thing and its wonder.
Murder him on the floor,
Torture and crucify it forevermore!8
The violent thoughts of his demise,
Bring scarlet blood ringing its eyes.
But to all the freaks surprise,
He gets up, and stares into them.9
He spits at the human,
Now crying in vain,
The monster retreats,
Now laugh at their shame.10
So proud, so powerful.
Yet so afraid,
Of a nightmare caged,
As plan plays out,
They`ve been played.11
The doors lock shut,
Citizens become prisoners,
Fear hits everyone`s gut.
They are now freaks,
In the eyes of this rut.12
Screams and shakes,
Hacking the door,
When the unjust,
Bring drugs to ease uproar.13
When out comes a small cry,
From the prison crowd,
A child like the beast,
Oh so many years ago.14
Forever crying,
Drugs ease the sounds,
Becoming no longer human,
But looking more like him.15
When he so large,
Realizes his history,
It's a freak,
And it's in charge.16
This can`t happen,
It can`t be,
He`s so little,
He belongs free.
This can`t happen.17
Humans now freaks,
Each and everyone,
No mercy,
And no one speaks for them.18
I must be free,
I must be.
I am him,
I am you.
And no other.19
Cold steel stands in the way,
But is no match,
For he will not stay,
In this rusty trap.20
When the painful cry,
Loosens and begins to die,
The freak now there,
Running on despair.21
Releasing every one,
Every freak,
Every crumb.
Looking up at the tiles,
They`re now gone.22
`You`re all free`
Said the one,
Who not long ago,
Just began his patronage,
At the freak show.
Author notes
Ah the freak,
Let them all go,
So what now,
Will become of the freak show.
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This piece, I found, really hit me, really packed that metaphorical punch. I loved it, somewhat dark, and I've always entertained the idea of a fictional freak show. In reality, something like that is sad, and unjust, and I like how you captured such a thing. It reminds me of The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Excellent. ^^
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Thank you, you're really the first (that I can recall) actually proposing the idea that these poems are indeed greatly metaphorical. The message behind them is small, but it is large in heart.
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