Lewis

Robbed of what’s right
You certainly have been
Hard to believe
It’s not because of your skin

As corruption and greed
Handed your rival the win
With no case left to plead
You took it on the chin

You deserve better

(Prick)ly

Not
the
best
at
being
loved

But
pretty
good
at
loving

Not
the
best
at
being
pushed

But
pretty
good
at
shoving

Searching
for
light

Raised
in
darkness

Our
numbers
grow

Despite
the
sparseness

In a world full of cubes,

I’m a dodecahedron.

Overly complicated.