Troubadour

Oh Troubadour
Did they ask you why
You traversed the street
Oh Troubadour
Did they even look at your face
Or ask your name

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How did you respond
To the blankness of their eyes
How did you respond
Oh-oh Troubadour
How did you respond
To their language of guns, knives
Knuckles and boots
How did you respond
Oh –oh Troubadour

Oh- Troubadour
Or did you still stubbornly
Hope the poetics of humanity
Will spread throughout the desert
Of their inhumanity
Brought by the years of cruel
White winter

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They might have emptied
Your pockets
But at least they left
The poetry in you
They left the poetry in you