Walking Alone

Face wrinkles of age,
Experience and sorrow.
Set aside by society,
His profession not worth caring about.
A career that classifies who he is,
And where he is going,
On the Ladder of Influence.
Screaming a noiseless opinion,
Rebelling for the mouthless few,
Hushed by humanity,
Hushed by the heft of it all.
Nurtured by new society,
Shaped, refined, made acceptable.
Longing to change the world,
Marginalised by ideas.
Wanting to set things straight,
Only to be corrected,
By authoritative social order.
Sometimes helpless,
Watching it all burn.
Always the same corrupt world,
Always the same man.