“ For I take no pleasure in the death of anyone, declares the Sovereign Lord...’ ( Ezekiel 18:32)
Stolen Identity
Someone died
Poor him! Nobody noticed him
His solitude, his loneliness, his plea !
His emptiness was so full of glory !
Nobody cried for him
They just danced for him
He was the leading role, acting his own life
He starred his own tragedy
Nobody attended his funeral
Everybody thought he was just playing
There lay just his ghost,
He was stolen from himself
The mob stole him from himself
Fame made him a nobody
Stardom made him just a ghost
As his make up wasn´t death proof
It just collapsed when they were dancing.
The sword he was slained by
Was so brilliant , so enchanting,
Nobody saw his blood...
He died while they were dancing!
They were busy , busy...
They were dancing.
Now post modernity erects him a temple.
June 26/2009
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