obed Souza - Identity Theft

“ For I take no pleasure in the death of anyone, declares the
Sovereign Lord...’ (Ezekiel 18: 32)

Someone died
Poor him! Nobody took notice
His solitude, his loneliness, his plea!
His emptiness was so full of glory!
Nobody cried
They just danced
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 into a nobody
Stardom made him into 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.

He died many years ago...
He was a somebody made into a nobody...
Post- modernity erects him a temple now
But heavens weep a child stolen.


June 26/2009

obed Souza

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