His name was Genocide Man
His eyes bespectacled limitations
His role bludgeoned the innocent
Programmed to cage the facts
Transmuted his reality towards
Hard cornered and sharply edged
Polarised synchronicities vestibuled
Boxed the vision in a category
Summarised the tall into thin
On pieces of paper underlined
Cornered the facts with maths
Genetically casted the personality
As deep as his frown lined his
Forehead that was far too high
For his glasses to look out of
Made up his mind by closet texts
To numb the other's heart with
Pills as blunt as a computerised
Gender, neither the chemistry
That made expenses paid for
His high ranking career who
Deemed him a solitary profile
Well respected in the community
A judge without a credit in law
Neither a distinction in people skills
Nor a friend of the crazy men
Who saw him monthly just to
Have their medication altered
Or lowered according to his
Hypothesis in hindsight of his
Fellow client who saw something
He would never have thought
Could be real to someone else
Lest his degree was thrown out
Of a university accolade window
And then he slipped quietly without
A blink of an eye into his own
Recess were he questioned his
Mortality, all red in blood inside
His mind unplugged to sources
Free to delve into the psyche
Of another, while his threshold
Burdened the overactive creative
Madness of sociopathic behaviour
So as his earth became his own
He was the first man to cast a stone
Blind to religion and allowed to
Contract his decision over hearsay
A courtless over-ruled and over-
Wrought system where change is
Withheld and controlled so that
There is a society as it was once
Expected to be and become overall
Through the logic of Genocide Man

Copyright Beaujolais 2007

Took me about 3 minutes to write that one...