I've Blinded a Girl

CRIPPLED TRUTH

Blow your candles, Laura.
You only think you are alone.
We take care of you,
here and in remote lands
where our arms grab and subjugate.
Blow your candles, Laura.
We know you are crippled
but won't tell you.
We value our pity for you,
our Christian charity cherishes you.
You only think you are abandoned, Laura.
Your pain is more to us
than a million deaths
of children, of mothers, and fathers,
here and in remote lands,
whom we won't let you see.
You must be protected.
Blow your candles, Laura.
Forget your empty life
and your empty bosom.
Hear the music across the street,
watch people dance
and kiss behind lamp-posts.
It's all such sweet sorrow
to warm your lonely heart.
Watch and be silent, sweet Laura.
You shouldn't speak or think
while we grab and subjugate
and bring about a million deaths
of children, and mothers, and fathers
whom we won't let you see.
The world is beautiful, Laura,
and you are kind, and good, and just.
And we are doing all this for you, so,
blow your candles, Laura.
Blow your candles.

(refers to the "Glass Menagerie" by T. Williams)