The young innocent girl who wanted love and affection compelled to live the life of a lady of the night…

In the midnight hour he comes…

Into the shadows.

A little poem inspired by listening to too much of Metallica’s Load and Reload albums.

Politicians, the movers and shakers and all those to whom we are “the little people” use us and manipulate us for their own ends. But they too are slaves and themselves are manipulated and controlled by their very own passions and others above them or the constraints of the market or the vagaries of the voters. The market after all is controlled by us, the little folk, or is it?

A walk through an internal memory, a cast away into an article of the past, bent by anger, journey and reach.