There is a broken bridge in the creative heavens
Where creators steal other worlds
Make them their own and change things
Make them straight when they ought to be curled
It’s a tragedy to see it
When a creator can’t create
For they need to take another’s work
To put food on their plates
How proud do they feel when they do it?
Does it feed their soul?
I live in doubt of the truth of that
If I may be so bold?
How hungry is the creator who takes another’s art?
How starved and deranged are they?
If they could eat another’s heart!
For I have seen it happen
The scope of vicious duels
Of two creators in battle
For one who won’t use their tools
And I have seen the tragedies it causes in their lives
As depression rips them soundly, as though they’re stabbed with knives
They can’t live with what they do and they know it’s wrong and bad
But they can’t help it really and that’s what makes it sad
To kill another artist for the want of fame and gold
It pounds reality into me
And makes my blood run cold