Dans le noir

This poem may make a bit more sense; enjoy.

     there once was a guy who did not lie
     he was rough
     as such people wished he would die
     he stood firm in his ground

     later he backed down
     eventually he laid down
     people said why have you fallen
     why are you asleep on the job

     i worked hard and I changed
     but still you, you cry
     you poke and prod
     and tear my entrails out

     tomorrow who knows
     which way you will go
     for me, nee against
     but for me, I know where i be