The Unwanted

We are;

A collection of castaways

An unwanted generation

A constellation of ex’s

Like a congregation of the Nation;

We are the unwanted.

 

We are;

 

A flock of black sheep

Or, the set-to-the-left goats

The b******s, the accidents,

The spawn of wild oats;

We are the unloved.

 

We are;

 

The stone that the builders rejected

Blotched portraits no painter could fix

For our condition there is no solution -

We’re the oil that refuses to mix.

We are the anomalies.

 

To the disappointment our teachers,

To our parents’ consternation

We became deviant creatures

We grew into aberrations.

We kept whole the minds

They tried to lobotomise;

Now we are beyond their help

We, who kept hold of our Self -

Thus we gain notoriety

And face the cold shoulders of society

For birds of a feather together keep

And sheep will flock with other sheep

And offer nothing but scorn and prayers

For those with fleeces not like theirs…

 

We are the defective mannequins

That life’s factory has begot

Left upon the rubbish-heap

To rot.

Reviews

[Centfie]

Brilliant! Rhythm and imagery typical of you. What crossed my mind while reading this is homosexuality. Though I think I can apply it to schizophrenia, albinism and moralists. Many people are cast offs in todays world. "And offer nothing but scorn and prayers for those with fleeces not like theirs..."
That's religious and societal conservatives I think. They believe one notion with no open-mindedness. Totally my interpretation. how relevant is it?