POEM (057) Cashed Out

Cashed out

We lost the battle, the war,
discarded cheques upon the floor,
we’ve clung, cashed in
red and black, shredding bin.

Judged on performance lacked,
controlled, scrutinized, blacked,
to be called and viewed upon,
the past, kaching, so long.

Your saviour, your conscious, your life,
the family, your failure, it’s rife,
taking the role, of their, lonely dad,
to make, and create, the clad.

No worries, for me, for you,
so hard, you try, fallen through,
they bled you down, to the queens face,
as you stumbled, unknown, in the race.

Could they know the pain they caused,
they don’t realise the life they’ve paused,
selfish in greed, their life, their need,
you’re world dissolved, your life behold.

Blind to your pain, utter disgrace,
blinkered in such a poisoned rushed pace,
could they stop, for you, as you did for them,
and see, the pain, from your ripped hem.

Would they care, or help your pain,
or try to take on the dragon we’ve slain?
No, not them, so selfish in blood,
for granted, you’re took, walked upon, as mud.