State Intervention

We need a help, we do not want.

We need, your understanding,

not your sympathy,

your feigned symphony, of sighs and nods.

Rods, of iron, maybe- but know this:

Stop filling the room,

With words, filled with helium

Light, hollow, balloons, that stroke the windows

Waiting to escape-

Just like us.

We are criminals, it seems

We have violated and desecrated

With out firing a shot

With out knowing, what

Or why, how to reach the sky.

The clouds trapped us, like our backgrounds,

No wonder our tempers overheat,

And life is sweet, for some

But for the single mum, and the lad that failed

To even start, way back when

He was just a kid, and took a skid

Down the wrong road,

Shards of broken glass, reflecting back

A better life.

So yes, benevolent State

Intervene, wipe the slate clean

Help.

But we are all products:

Fresh off the line, the bits of the swine

That are best left for stock

The filler, the feed, with ‘special needs’.

Help us, and really mean it,

But I know ‘help’ for you

 is nothing but a code

For keeping us down

below the ground

under the bar

Off the radar

No hopers

Slackers

Dopers

crackers

Help us out of here.