O false God!
You have betrayed us.
Betrayer, betrayer, betrayer!
See the man who dances between tables,
Who swirls between clay pots,
Whose soul is dry, is dry for trying,
While his beauty fades.
See my friend who screams what he cannot say,
Whose lips pull tight over his power,
Who kills his own words,
While his music rages.
You, betrayer, you have done this.
Power of our minds, construct of our childhoods, moulder of our futures,
You made us yearn, seek, believe, hold true,
While you eroded our selves in your service.
Still we dance, sing, speak an ideal
that was never ours and cannot be.
Tia Azulay 17Sep04-26Oct06
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