SCAPEGOAT

Scapegoat.

Goat.

Like a beaten cage fighter

You can’t rise up

And you never will.

Here I stand and the good go by.

Some of them sneer

But none ever ask why?

Why am I here and no longer there?

Scapegoat.

Goat.

Like a punch-drunk boxer

You can’t rise up

And you never will.

Now I crawl, thrashed by whipped words

Of those who never erred -

The worthy horde never wrong,

And never duped by a fraudster.

Scapegoat.

Goat.

Like a spear tackled forward

You can’t rise up

And you never will.

Soon I’ll expire and punishment will end.

This life became another death

At the hands of perfect critics

Who can only condemn.

Scapegoat.

Goat.

Like a horse with broken legs

You can’t rise up

And they won’t let you.