Troubador

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

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

How did you respond
To the blankness of their eyes
How did you respond
Oh oh troubadour
Tell me how did you respond
To their language of guns knives knuckles and boots
How did you respond
Oh oh troubadour

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