Unbeatable

A Poem by Flying Bull

Survivial

For many years I sat alone
In a cage, that was my home

My mind was free,
but the sprit withered

Ugliness pervaded all
Fear grew, unbidden

Where evil was good
Good was bad

Peace and love,
Could not be had

Mercy was weakness
Strength was hate

The soul suffered
At what it ate

The darkness that reigned
In this bottomless pit

Had only one light
A lightbulb and the guards spit

And finally, when all hope was lost
A spark remained, strength, thought

Turn your soul to stone,
So it will not grow,

Make your sprit quiet,
To nurture it so

Pretend to be beaten,
So neglect is profound

Make your plans
Prepare your victory bow

The gates will open
Somehow

Finally that day arrived,
Slump shoulder, no shine in my eye

Beaten, trodden a man no more
I stood so at the door

The cage opened, and I walked through
Then with a grin I turned to

I raised my fist and the middle finger too
You didn’t beat me, so f**k you

Michael White
Rough Draft, 4/5/2008, 6/12/2008