Out Of The Crowd
They are kneeling now in fear
caught in their confusions.
They canre here
as a cult of their illusions.
Their hysteria is an objection -
symphony of love and hate.
Dont wait!
They are pushing and smashing.
Give them circus and bread.
They are happy to see you are crashing.
Get them out of your head.
Scene of theater - is it real?. . .
Play your role - got no choice.
Survive and stop now to feel.
Theres the malice of the crowd.
But you can only cry and shout -
Waiting for your sorrowss flying. . .