Broken, Beaten, and Scarred ((A poem))

Sob.... oh how this life has torn her asunder...

Oh what a blunder....

Look at them now... sitting with a crown....

That crown is of thorns....

Their eyes are endless holes.... they are bores...

They smile... an empty toothless decaying grin... lifting their cups of wine... and offering it to all the weathly strangers... with the still pretty grins......

As she sits in her meadow..... playing... with a grin...

The crowns all watch her with envious eyes.....

Her eyes are saddened... but her smile is bright...

She offers an old beggar a cup... full of some delicious Sprite...

She smiles at him... and talks to him about the greatness of life...

How all is precious and he must strive.... to never give up... what makes him feel alive....

The crowns come... and usher the man away... they strike the girl... they beat her until she is bloody and her legs are broken and sprained. They rip out her beautiful hair.... they tear out her teeth... they tell her to quit spreading her foolish beliefs. They tell her she is worthless... her smile is full of trash... she is Satans spawn... for believing she can rule in their path.

The girl cries in her meadow. She loves these men... she wants to show them how to live. That all is green in her meadow... and that everyone can play. She cries to herself... why do the gods let me live... when these fools... aren't fit to be king..... when these fools... can't learn how to sing... and laugh... and play. When these fools can't see... we are all one.... and one is all that we need.... for us to have our own perfect harmony... and play and be carefree. Why do these fools... want to spread their foolish beliefs?