We are what we see
And speak what is spoken to
Eyes are always eyes
And ears are always ears
And they will hear
And they will see
And the seeing
And the hearing
Will become those who do
I am only a slave poet
And my chains are those that are worn like armor
By the most foolish dictators idols to their own grotesque
Bury me with my flute, a knife, coins on my eyes
And say you knew I was unrepentant
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