anthem undone

lady-you are the pawn
of great visions seen by empty eyes
you shall be moved from square to square
and be glad they have coated you in red
you feel no more-
the spur of mechanization
i cry faintly for the freedom-
let me out of this vacant hole
i am much too young
for your nonsense games
i am much too sensitive
for your projects
i am much too old
for you to come moving me again-
i am moving again
lady-you are sheeted in a velvet
that wipes away past tears
they have placed you in the
hectic arena of a train station
and you hear the reminders coming out-
hitting your ears like bullets-
this is my home

1980s