spectator

no giants guard against brigades of lies

so many horrors weigh upon each life

and there is nothing here to replace strife

upon each back is weight of thousand eyes

those are strange stars under the darker skies

and each will shine as brightly as a knife

while rumours of new horror still run rife

and no one wants to listen to our cries

this is an age of change and every breath

announces that we have not yet been felled

or placed within the boxes of the night

but there are worse conclusions still than death

we stood and watched while better men rebelled

knowing that they took our place in the fight

the liberator

the world is not supposed to be a cage

your task is always open clear and plain

and still it has to be renewed again

 

it is no use to shout or weep or rage

this is no simple easily cleansed stain

the world is not supposed to be a cage

 

our task to write upon the ivory page

in words that both record and heal the pain

the message of this kind and soothing rain

the world is not supposed to be a cage