You sat there, sure of your part in this play.
Smirked as he was dragged away,
Arms flailing, legs kicking and mouth frothing
As countless robotic guards carried him aloft.

A charade of a parade.

He was off to the unknown,
His life out of control,
Destiny scattered to the wind.

And so, it was was with such ease
That you released a butterfly-effect rumour
That gathered momentum
Causing chaos beyond your darkest hopes.

Where is he now?
In some granite and iron cell?
Living on a bread and water diet?
You do not know.
You do not care.

You stole the life you craved,
His Human Rights you waived
Not a moment's thought
Of this man's despair do you give.

When the torrent was weathered
A gentle bobbing on the calmest river followed
Where quenched fresh sunlight nurtured
A navigable peaceful joyous course.
But, as the first bend in the river approached,
The river's passenger sensed the current's change
No longer the bob-bob-bobbing of nursery rhymes,
Instead, ahead, a threatening rumble of waters deep and heavy
Where many a previous daydream had floundered.

There is art
That touches on our brief existence.
Art so refined,
So naturally attuned to
Life, Existence, Experience and Death
That Explanation is a waste of  words.
To me, it is song:
Beethoven's 9th
Songs For Drella
O Superman
God Only Knows
Underneath The Weeping Willow.
All hyper human,
Super surreal masterpieces
Beyond my evaluation.
So, thank you composers.

Some day
SOMEONE
May come across
THIS.
But until then,
There is
YOU.
And you will
NOT DO
So please,
Put this
MESSAGE
Back where you
Found it.