WHERE DO YOU GO?

I ask them all the questions, but all I see is fear,

Where do you go grandpa, when you disappear?

“I´m on the old park bench, drowning my life in beer”.

Where do you go grandma, on your crippled leg?

“I´m on the street corner, where for a cent I beg,

If I´m lucky, enough for a hot drink, a crust & an egg”.

Where do you go child, with teardrop in your eye?

“I´m hiding under the bed, away from strap & lie,

But in my head, I´m with the eagle flying away high”.

Where do you go to cur, with sad & whipped tail?

“I´m so lost, abandoned in mist, rain & snowy hail,

Searching for a kind hand, to stroke & stop me wail”.

Where do you go to tree, with branch broke & bent?

“I´m at the mercy of man´s axe, of human heaven sent,

And daily, I ask myself, is this for what my life is meant?”

Where do you go ancient tribe, with wisdom & old lore?

“We´re under first-world foot now & marching into war,

Our Gods have turned away now, however we implore”.

Where do you go beasts, with rare feather, fin & claws?

“With gun & trap of men, they´ve gagged our humble maws,

Silence echoes now, where once heard, our padding paws”.

Where do you go my vote, when I place you in ballot box?

“I got long lost along the way & was eaten by the suited fox,

Sly one with corporate voice, who summons society´s pox”.

Where do you go to my leader, you whom I trust to rule?

“I´ve taken your hand & led you, deep into life´s cesspool,

Now I realise, you´re not an idiot & nobody´s bloody fool”.