Simple, Simple, Simple

Simple, Simple, Simple 

Bordering on the basic
knowledge of
his babbling mind.
Basically his own a poor grasp based on lore.

Vulgarly a loan
searching for more
unable to leave shore
of an ignorance filled core.

Bordering on the small town
of a country kept down
by the efforts of
a suit dressed clown.

Hoping for more
his body left sore
the pain in the core
of his hands
from working a foreigner's lands
with a metal heavy lance.
too much to take

Reaching for a knife
to silence the life
to quiet the sorrow
and miss the tomorrow.

Then tomorrow came
and a boy raised tame
with a long heavy name
enjoyed the soil on his plate
fed by the the figure of late.