Tell me, who speaks for the madman?
I try, but it comes out as white noise.
The whole of the world is aloof to
the ways of my crazy brethren,
mesmerized by the wars and the circuses.
They dance in time to the songs
that pass like thunder clouds over our heads.
We try and explain our perspectives,
but to them, it’s just plain lunacy.
To us, it makes perfect sense.
There is a general mistrust between us.
You try and cure us, but all the while
it is you who are ill. I’m mad.
Mad at the world. But I will not try
to burn it down. Instead, I will keep on
trying to find spaces between us
where we can love, and learn
and build a world that is fair to all.
I am a madman. If this all sounds like lunacy,
it’s only because we both of us
are mad.
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