THE DARK SIDE(complete)

THE DARK SIDE

INTRO.
Guess we all have a Dark Side but don't let it show,
Much prefer screams of laughter to screams from below
But I should let it out for some air, in the night.
Mustn't let it roam free though (huge teeth! what a bite!)

My Dark Side has taken and twisted my thinking,
I try to make sense of this world but it's stinking;
A pungent miasma from old good intentions.
With rancid assistance that needs disinfection.

RELIGION
He stumbles along, through thick clouds of green smog,
With strange wispy lights all around from the bog.
My Dark Side needs answers but where to begin?
Perhaps with Religion, the cure for all sin?

No sooner has that thought popped into my head
Through Dark Side eyes I see that I'm now with the dead.
The priest, with the tragic young mother in prayer,
Has explained to the girl why he has to be there.

I am sickened as he says her baby had sin!
That, wet from the womb, still-born child was unclean?
It seems that my Dark Side has no answers here,
So I'll move on and search for the wisdom they fear.

WAR
I'm absorbed by my Dark Side , I see through his eyes,
Note I wear an old cloak and burst shoes the wrong size.
I lurch forward across stony road in small town.
Three Hummers sweep past and I'm almost knocked down.

I look over a ridge in this land with no soul;
There it is, a vast airbase, armed troops on patrol.
Here Air Traffic control has a nightmare to manage
The daily drones , Langley based, "Collateral Damage"

I see them, one by one, as those Predators fly.
Remote controlled ; CIA; I breathe a sad sigh.
If the film, "Terminator" was honestly screened
The Resistance are tribesmen, Predators the machines.

After ten years of fighting , God knows what for,
We are all sick and tired of this old, tragic war.
My Dark Side now shakes, he's got fleas in his vest
Then shuffles away to continue his Quest.

LOVE
I open my eyes, feel the heat of the night,
Cover face with old cloak at the sound of a fight.
The girl being beaten is less than fourteen,
Even now, with eyes closed, I can still hear her screams.

The three men who kick her and punch her don't care,
As a crowd gathers round they have nothing to fear.
This is business! the prostitutes have to be shown
That the pimps rule their lives; the girl whimpers and moans.

The fat, sweaty pimp who appears to be chief,
Now produces a knife, I stare in disbelief.
Someone in the crowd finds his voice shouting, "No!"
The other two pimps grab the girl, they all go.

A bystander notices how I am shaken
Laughs and informs me, "That one is taken."
He tells me some old man bought her as slave.
I stagger away, feel as cold as the grave.

SADISM
I stand in a doorway to rest for a while,
A girl pushes past me, in tears, tries to smile
The door shuts behind her, soon I hear her screams.
The crack of a whip on soft skin haunts my dreams.

I pound on the door, yelling "Please let me in !"
The room then goes quiet, no more sounds of pain.
Door opens, large muscular figure revealed,
Harsh laughter, room empty, she's gone; I have failed.

I try to push past the goon guarding the door
He hits me and I land, in pain, on the floor.
I taste the blood, try to act, I have my pride
Then gasp as a boot crashes into my side .

I'm thrown from the doorway out into the street
The door slams behind me, I rise to my feet.
A poorly drawn curtain will let me look in
But do I really want to see what lies within.

I feel my heart thumping as I reach the light
My eyes wander round the room, then see the sight.
The girl's skin, once perfect, crossed by bloody strips.
She writhes in the cruel caress of master's whip.

Then knowledge floods through me, as I back away
What I am shown now was the same yesterday!
Dear God , just the same for millenia before
Every night, rich and powerful are yelling "Encore!"

They're not really bad, all these tycoons we see,
They're just bored so they need to have fun, (so do we)
The difference being the innocence lost
For rich people's pleasure, a terrible cost.

The answer, the way to achieve our redemption,
Deny these corruptors of youth their exemptions
With Law and plain decency they shall be involved
From matters of honesty, protection dissolved.

But how to achieve this, I wish that I knew,......
Here is a Dark whisper, from me straight to you
These powerful won't change without a vile fight
We are many, so I pick my target tonight ......

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