The Weekly Poem
"We will protect you, help you see."
"Protect us from what?", said we.
"From a world of sin and degradation,
Torture sod humiliation,
Diseases, hatred, open sores,
Look at chew and see them pour
Their badness into humankind.
They capture them and make them blind
To goodness, joy and charity,
Happiness and sympathy,
Come along with us and we
Will clear your minds and help you see."
"Who are they?", said we.
"Who they are it matters not,
You’ll find out if you are caught.
Come with us and you’ll be safe
From their jealousy and hate.
You’ll live with us and make new friends,
Your new-found joy will never end,
And we will live in purity,
Till badness dies and we are free."
You smiled at them and I could see,
Your mind was captured with their plea.
"I’m going with them, will you come?"
You asked we, but I had to run
Away from you, and down a road
That I chose, I and I alone,
And now I’ve found my destiny,
And I am happy, I am free.
Except...
I still love you, and you me,
But wore than friends we cannot be,
For I am one of them, it seems,
And I am bad, uncouth, unclean,
Unworthy of your precious love,
Not faithful (or not weak) enough,
But I know one thing to be true,
That they are chose that are not you.
PoetIC is the creative writing society of Imperial College, and we are always happy to greet new members. If you would like to find out more about PoetIC, or are interested in attending our weekly meetings, contact Keith McNulty on ext 58610 or via k.mcnulty@ic.ac.uk
