Disease of Sanity
The congregation of passportology
Is an overwhelming majority
Don’t know much of my geneology
Even don’t belong to minority
But anyone can attach me of course
To the less equal nation in Orwellian sense
For that mental trick I must feel some remorse
Must believe in the depth of offence
But I must be a little madder
To take this to the heart, my dear
And I must be a little sadder
To notice your hidden sneer
I hail the first world’s excellent decisions
To send back asylum seekers, to humiliate
Those who have fled for justice, petitioners
The exiled opposition they also hate
Idealists can’t find a way to learn
Except their own personal ordeals
But the idealists are not my concern
For officials mercy I wouldn’t appeal
Cause I must be a little madder
To plead without any pretension
And I must be a little sadder
To rejoice at the dole of attention
My way seems to be rather tangled
Maybe I’m hanging around for too long
What I have said would be mangled
What I have thought would be gone
But this moment feels about right
Like an orphic bird that beats in my hand
The white clouds fill the sky at night
And my bird flies to the southern lands
But I must be a little madder
To follow that bird, my love
And you must be a little sadder
To look for the stars above.
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