And then there was a Pitchfork..

Cages of velvet with shackles of silk,
Words passing by filled with scorn to the hilt,
Hitting rock bottom on unstable grounds,
Fighting for choices and yet to be found.
Ropes for support turned to angry chains,
Gentle guidance lost in whips and canes,
Reasons that argue for better for worse,
Reasons, limitations, spitting a curse.
Looming above, forceful and firm,
Coaxing with curses, filthy and stern,
Clashing and clanging, from one to the next,
Eroded and rusty, no choice left, perplexed.
Tonguing and screaming, uneared through and through,
Shrieking for purpose, for what is believed 'true',
Fighting for right, fighting for sin,
Pushing right back, from without, from within.
Gold and futures, all in white sacks,
Smeared with ashes along stubborn tracks,
To learn is easy if given the right try,
And so shedding two tears, hearing these cries,
Only to see who has to give in,
Only to know what's given in print:
Such ships with stiff anchors rarely will sink,
Until you fill them with hate, right to the brink.