true picture this

we find that truth is not inside the frame

since what is seen is not what we were shown

and what is left is just headache and moan

 

your silence is a kind of purple shame

not even worthy of a single groan

we find that truth is not inside the frame

 

the founders told us this was  all a game

but their intentions like the rose were blown

all our sad purposes still marked the known

we find that truth is not inside the frame

approaching atlanta

the sight of venus chasing crescent moon

above the city tells us there's no time

for us to wait the morning bell must chime

 

we have to go the city wakes up soon

our only signal in this horrid clime

the sight of venus chasing crescent moon

 

no one is hidden now in their cocoon

this city's visible in all its grime

the one reward to justify our crime

the sight of venus chasing crescent moon

ariel to prospero

you want me to be free or so you say

old man magician with your leathern book

who half-way has me but must have mistook

my gratitude for some sort of dismay

you say you will not let me just betray

my anger and my frailty with a look

and yet your words are sharper than a hook

since i am not allowed to go my way

that darker one you tell me is not brave

still you must fear him since the heavy chain

is on his neck and and you lay on his head

not freedom's cap but the straw hat of slave

discounting every thought in his swift brain

as if you can dismiss that way your dread