A Corner

A Corner for me,
a corner all my own,
a corner no one shall ever see,
a corner for my eyes alone.

A Corner full of peace,
a piece of my soul,
a corner not diseased,
by the many miseries that I see unfold.

A corner for me with abundance and more,
where never shall I have to fear hunger and cold

Such a corner I wish, but alas I do not wish it alone,
wishing the same is the world whole.

I see the many that eye my corner,
I see them gather, wait and conspire.
I can feel their jealousy, their want, their desire,
I shout out to them " Hey this is MY corner".

They disappear into the shadows,
but I know they are there,
watching my every move,
while they plan their own.

Now I'm afraid,
but  I know what I must do,
I need walls to protect me,
and a bigger better corner too.

For such a corner I may need to fight and kill.
I'm prepared to do it, strong is my will.

A small voice inside me tells me,
"your corner you must share."
I tell that voice,
"you're naive, don't despair".

It's just a little fight,
I know I will win,
and once it's done,
I'm relatively sure I will be at peace within.

Too bad someone has to die,
it's the way of the world,
I can have his energy, his food,
perhaps also his girl.

I've won, it's mine,
tonight I shall sleep fine.
I just love these walls,
now I'll make them stronger.

But they still look at me and my corner within these walls,
I can read their minds,
they want what's mine,
"oh, the bloody bastards"!!

I shall acquire corners around my corner,
build more walls and if required kill some more and slaughter.
Never shall they come near me again,
this is my promise to me and it shall be honored.

This is how big corners are built,
I'm only protecting myself,
greed isn't my thing.

I tell my soul,
" I'm doing this, all for you",
peace shall have to wait,
my magnum opus is due!!

My corners pretty big now,
but I'm still afraid,
the walls reach the sky,
but I despair, it's dark inside.

He crept up on me one day,
hiding he was in the shadows,
A knife he put through my heart,
my soul was already in tatters.

He said, all he wanted was a corner,
a corner all his,
with lots of food and water.
A corner where he could find some peace,
and perhaps also find a piece of his soul.

I was dying and I knew I'd made a mistake,
I told him to listen to his soul,
to open up his corner and share.

He looked down at me,
soaked in my own blood,
he knifed me again,
and said it was the way of the world.