A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008

We must make ourselves into clowns,

Disguise the pain in false laughter,

To understand the circus that surrounds us,

Where the truth, in the shadows, dissolves.

We dance to the sound of a distant drum,

With uncertain steps, on unstable ground,

While the audience applauds, constant,

Ignoring that the spectacle is unfathomable.

In the arena, everything is exaggeration and farce,

We are actors in an endless play,

But behind the mask that disguises,

There is a silent scream echoing within me.

Thus, we become clowns, for knowing,

That only in madness can we understand,

The circus where life makes us live,

In a game that few can perceive.

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