( CYCLES : STIGMA OF OUR SOULS )
You, who chose the fog of lies
Your noble parents idea renouced
To have love and career
He, whose love you won
He sons with you abandoned
Another woman wentloved
And you at least understood
You were on the road wrong
You have become great lady
True love even you found
For an political prisoner you love
You’re wading on a winter night
Trough snow far away to well
Hidden you find documents
That now justified the innocence
Of youe beloved, good patience
In prison you got great married
Before process of court the end
You were an amazing couple
Like two angels, wonderful
*****
And you a lady didn’t become
Altough you still tried by one
For love of outstanding men you fought
Their generocity, goodness you got
But fate don’t want you happiness
That make unhappy families
By departure husbands, fathers
To you possesive, clever mistress
But you, to be a lady still wanted
You much seduced and charmed
Won money, you seemingly helped
A small spark of goodness
Smoulders in your heart
Spark too small and to wear
To illuminate your darkness
You prefer to be quided
By the lights of the rays
That trash in the swamps
A deceptive, bad mirage
You’re used, otherwise you can’t
*****
And you didn’t become a lady
You even about it didn’t try
Being a lady you despise
A sellout whore you would be
Sellout whore in outfit lady’s
You reap success like apples
These apples however wormy
And you it’s evil eat greedly
Nobody bothers you in it
If you want to live like this
But it’s not for you enough
You want praise, promotions
But the people are feed up
Reject you, your’e loneliner
You’re getting still richter
Have no one to enjoy it with
When you are a little daughter
You cut angrily with scissors
Your mother’s beatiful dress
Becouse father walked with her
( November 28, 2024 )
