Sunday, January 14, 2007

Read only if u need comfort from the stupid

Ode to the Bastards who know not what they are

they come to us with silver tongues
and honey in their touch
they tease and try to win our hearts
with passion full of desire
a woman lost in the whirlwind of love
caught in a web of lust and deceit
a temperament, perhaps
but mainly a bad deed.

they always bleed our hearts out dry
and kiss us a solemn goodbye
but all the love we have to give is nothing
and all the suffering we endured is dashed aside
as a romantic stroll down the park
a familar task and duty they set
a globetrotter of downtrodden hearts
we forgive, we believe
but most times,sadly
we forget.

but one must forgive the Bastard..
not illegitimate by nature
but a culture and tradition he carves
into his small blackened heart
for one day though not today
he will eat it..part by part

we must forgive the sad poor women
of whom we have become
to fall for sweet lies and honeyed deceit
are we at fault? are we to be blamed
for emotions that run amok?
over a man who seems to be the shining knight
the saviour of our tired bodies
only to be devoured by the hunger of the lusty


give a hand to the Bastard
a tight one across the face
or if u are indeed just
see him for who he is.. and pity him
for he is lost and much weaker than we are
we who have supported him..
we who have loved the unloved
a small pity for a small man
a small man with a small, charred black unfeeling heart.

Bob Smurf at 2:51 AM