The Broken Man

589. The Broken Man

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The Broken Man isnt always broken by choice,
Isn't always broken out of weakness, sometimes
His heart and mind soar boundless and free,
Yet he is chained by a world that wants our misery.

The Broken Man is sometimes saviour of the world.
He is broke that someone acknowledge that life isn't too kind,
That we cannot condone the bird that cannot fly,
When it's so hard to even look up and see past the gloomy sky.

The Broken Man is here tonight, and no-one asks him his dreams.
He dreams for a world where we all know the secrets of healing.
His time in hell is nearly over but he carried the derision and the scorn.
For the rest of us who couldn't articulate why we felt so forlorn.

The Broken Man remembers the pain and torture of a 1000 days,
And nights when he was stooped and bent, his very soul ablaze.
What good amidst these, O me, O life he often grimaced and whimpered.
That we've some serious business to do - the healing of those broken and rent asunder.

The Broken Man is now set free, he's here to show us we can heal,
But first we have to admit that the system is broke,
We have to see past the illusion of ok, our slender hopes
Can become true, if only we learnt to dance on verdant slopes.

588. Horrors

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