Dragged out from shadow into blazing light
I leant on compassion but soon paid the price
Reason snatched, slick instruments won
As the world went drifting vacant eyed
Exiled, but choked for all to see
The freshest of wounds were the ones they mined first
A pining for relief stamped into scorched earth
The cries of a mother muffled, unheard
Pressed behind glass, drowned in plain sight
Exiled, but choked for all to see
And I used to dread the thought of trauma, now it circles every day
Waiting in the wings, prowling like a stalking horse
See nature knows of hardship at least it has its use
This is suffering as a construct - man's longest-running gag