John K. Samson Agonistes
Morning bright, rise
Go over your lines
Iron your carefully crafted disguise
We'd all like to sing
It's easy to sigh
To sprinkle a handful of plausible lies
Our buildings will rise
Poke out our own eyes
Publicly smile and privately frown
A weeping reprise
Please hear my cries
I'd like to pull just this one building down
So turn off the sky
Head in my hands
Light keep me warm, white windowsill
Blinded by heart
Cut my hair short
Eyeless in Gaza with the slaves at the mill
