Son, did you stare too long in front of that mirror?
did it break when your conscience didn’t get any clearer
with the stomach you’ll fill with all the food you eat
and lack of pain you feel for the eyes that weep
outside your windowsill of the castle where you sleep?
Has the sun stopped shining upon the crown you hang?
has your love and your hate started to feel the same?
did that leave you feeling empty, feeling sick,
feeling as empty as a child’s stomach?
As alone and forsaken as you’d like to be
there are shoreless miseries of oceans, not seas
while you wallow and wait in your tower of ivory
your sister is starving, your brother is begging
Your sisters are starving, your brothers are begging
your mothers are mourning, your fathers are folding
Unseen, unsung — under the same sun
Wake up, look up, there’s a warmth up there
a reminder of peace, a reason to care
A reason to care
Wake up, look up, that’s something you share
There’s more to life than the boy in that mirror…
Wake up, wake up, wake up. »
…from the depths of this hell:
where the free are slaves,
no difference between the cowards and brave,
where our love and hate have become the same,
it’s time that we « unbecame »…
Where the ears are deaf, and tongues too dry
where the arms don’t hold, and seeing eyes go blind
Where nothing is everything
and everything is nothing:
« Arise-my soul, and sing. »