The Warden

The Warden


Don’t attempt to bribe me
I have no heart, nor soul
That is why I am suited for this job
You may cheat me once, yet ultimately
You will become my ward

Don’t complain to me, or elicit my sympathy
I’m just doing my job -- unbiased
When your case comes to my desk
I am detached, dispassionate as I
Execute the law

Don’t act so surprised to meet me
You know we have met before
You knew that I would greet you
To guide your passage to the other side
To await the transport to where your destination lies

I walk a fine line
Between the dark and light
I am detached, dispassionate, as I
Snatch a small child from his mother’s arms
Or when I guide a soul just suctioned from the womb

I do not know this concept of love
I see loved ones lament disconsolately
When I appear to enforce the law
I am nondiscriminatory, rich and poor alike
As you stand before me without vestment or wealth

It’s strange though, when I find a lonely man…
In acute pain, he seems to welcome me to cease
The suffering. Don’t complain to me, it’s just my job
If you need some advice, you know what to do...
You must pay your fines; I simply uphold the law






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