Long way home: Part IV

The bed was a sea of whiteness
Far from the purple shore
The world was a swirl of brightness
As he beckoned it for more.

And no it never loved
Never let him in
Never calmed his puzzled mind
Never let him win.

Whose world was this he lived in?
Whose clothes were these he wore?
What tubes were these inside him?
Whose mess was on the floor?

What chains were these that bound him?
Who's fighting this bleak war?
Which cage was this they put him in?
Whose hell was it he bore?

He knew not why they shunned him
He knew not why they lied
He felt the pinpricks day and night
Long after tears ran dry.

They stuck on him a steel crown
They strapped him oh so firmly down
Then let that crackling current flow
And hurt him deep and sharp and slow.

Hard cold faces
Pale blank eyes
No one heard
His silent cries.

Set him free
Oh let him go
He's just a child
That did not know-

Your rules, your wiles
Those names, those games
You wanted him to play so right.
He'd lost before he learnt to fight.

So look at him now
No hair, no care
Soul stripped bare
A sightless stare.

Kick him hard
While he's down
Hold him under
Watch him drown.

Its our world
He'll never fit
That strange sublime
Loveable nitwit.