February MMX

The old man sings In the face of fear The circular mantra Why are we here The audience is blind To what takes place In the pillory Life is a stage The vertical lights of death In codes of red and blue Birds in black and white And the drums of WWII Tattooed in numbers Genocide is suicide We are our own enemy And the last judgement Our children are hurting In the final performance The newborn is still The rest is silence