when I hear him read
what was written for him
I can feel my freedom
slipping slowly away

when I hear the fears
we are supposed to have
I can see our happiness
slipping into the shadows

when every ardent proclamation
seems to be patently untrue
and sadder, more true of the claimant,
I have but one fear: for us

his words pain some and blind many -
it only makes me cringe
his attitude is narrow and unforgiving
as blind and numb as we

every attempt to wash
my poor innocent brain
only makes it feel dirtier
the struggle increases exponentially

when I hear him read
what was written for him
I can only wonder
why people listen at all

9/25/03