"More Machine Then Man"

When he was younger        
He would play Star Wars        
At playtime in the playground.        
He would always be made to play        
Darth Vader Dark lord of the sith.        
Not that sissy farm boy Luke Skywalker        
He always had to play       
The bad guy.        
He always had to be        
That crusty old man        
Encased in black leather        
Switches and funky        
Looking breathing apparatus        
Because he was much clever.        
He wanted to breathe        
Through a respirator        
With a wheezy, breezy        
Deep breathing sort of sound.        
Master of the dark side        
His wraith unbound.        
       
Nearly 30 years later        
He sits here broken        
His lung crushed and        
Deflated through smoking        
His heart destroyed through        
a endless series of        
disastrous relationships        
His faith soiled        
by broken friendships        
and the endless        
Shrapnel he removes from his back.        
He has a son and a daughter        
His ex-wife no longer allows      
him to see      
He wants to reach        
out through the        
lost tears        
and the pain        
But money doesn't        
make itself
Success never
nurtures itself.      
       
Some say he's wicked        
Some says he's vain  
Some say he's devoid of emotion       
Some say "He's more machine        
then man"        
While his heart        
is consumed by Anger and        
And the endless    
Taunting of Dancing flames.        
       
His distrust of society        
Alienated him        
Greed, wealth and power        
Has consumed him.        
He serves the rich        
While he crushed the poor.        
He sits in a leather bound        
Revolving chair    
Overseeing his empire      
Looking down at his minimum wage        
paid workforce before him        
He risks a smile at his own dominance.        
       
Hatred is his only friend        
He's a far cry        
from the little boy        
in the homemade Darth Vader outfit        
at play time who was always made      
to play the bad guy.        
His reflection stares back at him      
he realizes at last       
When he was younger he      
was always made to play the bad guy
...now he is the bad guy.      
     
He lost that good stuff        
so they say.        
In child hood long ago        
In a Galaxy far far away.