Between Two Pillars: The Game

The Game

In the theatrical court
Where they cheer the blood sport
Animals, each one so dignified
Where a handful of men
Stand over a woman
Telling her of her body and rights
You feel a change is a-coming
You try shaking up something
But the horses won’t drink at the stream
Still you know in the end
That all rulers ruin
You haven’t given up on democracy

But I could not… play the game
The first couple rules
More than I could contain
No I would not… play the game
Dying more everyday
Whoring host of such shame
But what am I now to do?
But return to it broken and new
And poison the asp with such view
For this art we must seek to undo

The lesser of two evils
The electoral boll weevils
Leave devastated the youthful heart’s crop
The yellow press presses on
To keep the blood on the tongues
Screaming steam from the great melting pot
And alone you have reason
Compassion impeding
But in the mob you’re just another rock
That’s thrown by a force
Of natures divorced
The panic that rang out with the shot…
So what’s left to offer?
To borrow then author?
What have you to feed the park birds?
Even the spring flowers hiss
At the lost nihilist
The absurd child of the absurd
And between the two pillars
On the lawn of the killers
I confess that my vision's grown blurred
I want a voice that is heard
And a choice once occurred
Will be more than a garland of words

But I could not… play the game
The first couple rules
More than I could contain
No I would not… play the game
Dying more everyday
Whoring host of such shame
But what am I now to do?
But return to it broken and new
And poison the asp with such view
For this art we must seek to undo




April 7, 2006