by Tarek Hassan
Tuesday, May 27, 2003

 

'great soul'

To a Mahatma, "great soul"..


on the road of defeat

pushed deeper pulled defeated sad


your eyes stared through the greyness

and saw it all


your deep eyes stared through the fog

and saw the love within the wall


... gentle gentle soul

sublime life affirming our buried dreams

by your payment we are saved to make you pay


but you pay and without hate stand


in the hall of defeat you stand

where cows dance a jig you stand

where betrayal
is progress

and power
is the bigger gun...

you stand and sing the dream

..

by your payment we are saved to make you pay

t'is your payment that saves us ... just!


to make YOU pay

but you pay and without hate stand

in the hall of defeat you stand

in the graveyard of trampled flowers your eyes die

.....in a gentle kiss