The Freak Show (7)

Time passes,
Forth comes revolution,
A new kind,
From years of evolution.

It was born on the step of death,
Cradled in blankets and sheets.
As the keeper held it, felt it`s breath,
In here it`s warmer than the streets.

Just a young freak,
Small,
Cute,
And weak.

Placed in it`s first,
And last cage.
It`s hungry and dying of thirst.
When it becomes another age.

Living alone,
Observed by demons,
It has grown,
And keeps on dream`n.

Years of reticule,
Vile laughs and cries,
Hating the petty fools,
For caging and tiling the skies.

And it sits,
Looking into the eyes,
Of every passer by.
Feeling their emotion.

`God that freak is ugly,
Drown it in the ocean!
Kill it before it hits the floor,
Torture and crucify it forevermore!`

The violent thoughts of its demise,
Bring scarlet blood ringing its neck.
But to all the freaks surprise,
It gets up, and stares into the human`s eyes.
``Eck``.

It spits at the human,
Now crying in vain,
The monster retreats,
Now laugh at their shame.

So proud, so powerful.
Yet so afraid,
Of a nightmare caged,
When they find out,
They`ve been played.

The doors lock shut,
Customers become prisoners,
Fear in everyone`s gut.
They are now freaks,
In the eyes of this rut.

Screams and shakes,
Hacking the door,
When the unjust,
Bring drugs to ease uproar.

When out comes a small cry,
From the crowd of demons,
A baby no bigger than it,
Only so many years ago.

Crying painfully,
It takes the drug,
Becoming no longer demon,
But looking more human.

When the freak so large,
Realizes its history,
Laughs at a charge,
And realizes.

This can`t happen,
It can`t be,
He`s so little,
He belongs free.
This can`t happen,
Not again.

Customers now freaks,
Each and everyone,
No mercy,
And no one speaks.

I must free,
I must be,
I must see,
I am me,
And no other.

Cold steel stands in the way,
But is no match,
For he will not stay,
No longer.

When the painful cry,
Loosens and begins to die,
The freak now there,
Running on despair.

Releasing every one,
Every freak,
Every crumb.
Looking up at the tiles,
They`re now gone.

`You`re all free`
Said the one,
Who not long ago,
Just began its patronage,
At the freak show.