Statistic, by Fiona Field

I dreamt i was a statistic on the National news
Crushed just as the commentator took his cues
I guess in reality that’s all i really am
Product of a society that doesn’t give a damn
..
Victim of a victimless crime
A Man without reason or rhyme
The hiccup in a babies cry
Just another sign of the times
..

Knives and guns and bombs ablaze
Or could it be I’m being tased
Another economic refugee
Or a slave to the wheels of industry
Depicted in the graffiti on a deserted city wall
A master of many who simply had to fall
A lonely poet who heard the call
But couldn’t get out from behind the wall
In time to comune with his fellow souls
..
I dreamt i was a statistic on the National news
Crushed just as the commentator took his cues
I guess in reality that’s all i really am
Product of a society that doesn’t give a damn.

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