We look like fools and we feel like wraiths we slave in the fields we need a rest but the guards say we'll work on until our death
as the sun rises higher the temperature climbs the water warms we’re going out of our minds all for a few minor crimes the overseers's daughter she tempts our loins to add to our misery because she’s just fine
so I say to my neighbour I think it's time to make the move leave this behind i wait for the right moment to add crime on crime
with a pick I break the chains that bind and I leave that line without a sign determined to be the one that they never find
I run through the fields I run through the bush I run desperate I run in a rush in the furtherest place I find my kind I settle into my new life of crime upon crime
as the hunt goes on me they’ll never find because my escape was right my escape was a sign that day god smiled on me he had criminals on his mind and to criminals he was kind because god is merciful and god is just every now and then he looks also after us
Thank you David. There was meant to be a feeling of desperation. I am glad it felt urgent although there was also meant to be an element of relief at the end. However, we will never know whether this was an appropriate outcome.
The rains do fall on the just, and the unjust.i was thinking of Oh Brother. Where art, thou? With George Clooney as I read this.
Then, I thought of the historical trajectory, and social implications hinted between the lines and verses.
There are a lot of layers to this piece, Sean.
It always seems to come down to the question of what is a proportionate response? I doubt there is ever one correct answer for everybody involved because crime always impacts those affected to varying degrees whether from the perpetrator’s perspective, the victim’s or those looking to determine a profitable or just outcome.
Justice can seldom satisfy everyone. What does that look like for a lost loved one? (Eye for an eye?)
And wounded pride is usually the motive behind demands for retribution.
It’s such a fine line getting to a proportionate response.
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Sean, I feel pulled in by the escape part… “I run through the fields” really makes it feel urgent to me.
Much love,
David
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Thank you David. There was meant to be a feeling of desperation. I am glad it felt urgent although there was also meant to be an element of relief at the end. However, we will never know whether this was an appropriate outcome.
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The rains do fall on the just, and the unjust.i was thinking of Oh Brother. Where art, thou? With George Clooney as I read this.
Then, I thought of the historical trajectory, and social implications hinted between the lines and verses.
There are a lot of layers to this piece, Sean.
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It always seems to come down to the question of what is a proportionate response? I doubt there is ever one correct answer for everybody involved because crime always impacts those affected to varying degrees whether from the perpetrator’s perspective, the victim’s or those looking to determine a profitable or just outcome.
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Justice can seldom satisfy everyone. What does that look like for a lost loved one? (Eye for an eye?)
And wounded pride is usually the motive behind demands for retribution.
It’s such a fine line getting to a proportionate response.
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Hi Sean, this is a fascinating poem. I like the story you have told very much. There is a lot of injustice in life and in the justice system.
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I agree Robbie, justice is inconsistent according to many influences.
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Sean, thanks your for speaking for the forgotten. You’re right, every now and then.
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