The fall was unkind,
landing at your sovereign feet;
You brushed my hair
aside, that I might see
you in dreams, wearing a
Disguise of Resistance
Surrendering, not to me,
I am not the Keeper of Justice
But unto yourself, where
greed hides and mocks
little girls in white dresses
Cruelty of waiting audience
come to bear witness to my
tears; I push my chin out-
My finest moment has come;
I shall be brave and hold courage -
These will be their just deserts
