Shutter Island Poem by lalitha iyer

It was not a movie
but a concentrated campaign
I was all bubbling and jolly
at the start, but ended deadly
It is an honour
It is a pride
It is a compliment
to the director who excelled
that was something I could never forget
for ages to come
and I have never seen a movie
so digging deep and killing your smiles
Oh, that was something that stole my youth
I was stuck up in nightmare as he
and still I wonder what is true
the marvel of the magic is
still I cant accept the truth
and I still hope he is the marshal
and not a patient as they say
stinking pschys they were powerful
and the movie just did its job
watch it out, its just amazing, yet fooling you
oh in the end, you are an Idiot of the sorts
Congrats the film did open up an unravelled mystery
the world has a long way to go ahead
poor men in the dark, ignoramus, simple civics
whoever said the truth were labelled crazy
and whoever found out the hard core truth were made insane
when sanity reaches its peak
insanity is at the top it sees
love and truth and honesty and goodwill
all slaved by cruelty and icy ill will and demonary
oh, it pains me, every picture of Leonardo
wish the wife and kids were more striking
and Ben did his job and oh, no more wording
just baffling, just one thought of mind slaving
it happens, its happening, in and around you
only wish no evil doers achieve the arms
and ruin the world which is lovely, badly harmed.