Will



I once approached a holy sight
At once a most unholy blight
Intense and sudden chilling fright
To look upon the hateful plight

Those without a hope to bear
Even grains with which to share
Supporting they upon that chair
Accessed by a narrow chair

Pouring freedom to the wind
‘Til the weak do fully bend
Without the power will can lend
To those few you call a friend

Dripping down through the skin
Filling hearts with deadly sin
Held in place by losing pin
Could they hear me through this din?

Help those with less rights and stuff
Give them stuffing, naught but fluff
Suckle on the teat of duff
C’mon, dude, it’s just one puff!

Felt and cotton’s warm embrace
Creates something like a face
Sudden impact, solid brace
Prevents me from getting a taste
‘Til my mind turns into paste
And my body, schooling’s base