Ingratitude

poem by: Geoffrey Brewer
Written on Dec 29, 2016

INGRATITUDE

This is a dark, sardonic, ironic poem; written in the voice of one who knows that they are right! (and you are wrong);  who is justified in criticising, invalidating and trying to destroy another's self determinism; who knows that there is only one truth and that they have it; who in an earlier era would have tortured, burned and killed for the good of all, particularly their victims; and who feel a little saddened at the lack of appreciation that they receive.

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How could you give me such extreme distress
While my care for you has always been so strong
When you erred in thinking you were a success
Did I not then show you where you were going wrong

When you spent so much toil on your pathetic writing
I enlightened you how you were wasting all your time
I put you right and helped you with my chiding
To get you straight and back again in line

The expression of ideas you took delight in
You wilfully disagreed with all of mine
Why couldn't you just conform and stop the fighting
Your rebelliousness it really was a crime

You would still be in religious cult induction
If I hadn't made a plan for your salvation
Though you fought it and screamed it was an abduction
For your own sake we had to use incarceration

When your protests were diagnosed as bipolarity
A psychiatrist said psycho-medicine would be kind
Then a little dose of electroconvulsive therapy
Brought you to a more amenable frame of mind

And yet you now show such a lack of gratitude 
All my caring seems to be misunderstood
And I find it hard to understand your attitude
Since I've always done what's purely for your good

 

Tags: sad, humor, anger, scary, dark,

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Maria Williams commented:
Its a sad situation when people take you for granted and dont appreciate your help, you've conveyed this so well in your poem
Geoffrey Brewer commented:
Thank you Maria. But perhaps I should reiterate that this is an ironic, sardonic poem, as if spoken by a dstroyer who sees him/herself as a saviour.

 

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