we will be martyrs
we will feel the earth
&let; the wind push us back in ecstacy
it will be beautiful
&fat;; will let us alone for a while

let it go &res;; easy
until the next time tragedy strikes
it was the back &fort;; that took us
&we; ran,
  ran fast
from the duties we were opposed to

we cried in spite of ourselves
  because the world feeds off of
  the misery of the peoples
we laughed in spite of it all
  because sometimes satire
  is the only way we can process the scars we carry

the leaves shimmied on the trees
&we; couldn't help but believe it was all for us:
  Nature is our Dancing Girl