The Victim's Share

Judgment passes through the ward

But righteousness so short

Pain surges like a double-edged sword

Piercing right through your heart

Needles all over your body

Yet nobody feels sorry

Emotions so very strong

Urging to right the wrong

Excited about a planned future

Something turns up to crush thy stature

The reality of being a dependent

Where you really really need a hand

All your frustrations pent

To form a proper land

But all left in your care

Is to play the victim share.