a fight, a flight

i see an animal caged

i feel his rage

a boy of ten

alone

frightened

by the pack

who hound him

confound him

binds his soul

 

i watch him climb higher

a need to be taller

to shift the balance

on top of a fence

he wields his staff

the pack prowls

bristles

and i could cry

i should ask why

shout 'what are you doing?'

sit down, be the clown

he's just a boy with a stick

 

and you're doing nothing

except teaching him

a new trick

which will see him die

turn his trust to dust

and i will cry

and my heart will bleed