An Innocent Man

An Innocent Man

Most have lost their faith by knowledge too small,

From not knowing what the future will hold.

But how many hearts have grown so cold

Because their God revealed to them all?

Of angels and demons my friend did cry

The haunted his lost mind both day and night.

His eyes had to squint from truth in the light

And in his darkest dreams his soul would die

His body on pills and they closed his mind

And they blackend his door to salvation

They say the illness was his creation

And their role to define, block, and to bind.
An innocent man was taken away

Simply so the doctors would get their pay.

poetryAaron LinneComment