The Others

Then it was the green
And the yellow and all the colour bright
Now it has been the gloomiest sight
When the night eats into the last candlelight
When i do know what legs i have
But when i know not what legs i don’t have
And when i know not what legs i do have
And when i know what legs i don’t have
And that it’s the others’ hands that walk
Walk for themselves, and walk for me at times
Now i will say the green is the saffron
The burgundy is the blueberry
If only, if only i’m told, i’m made aware
—only tell me the universe is an illusion
i’ll be an outcast to the bloody Nation
i’ll be anything, if only, if only i’m told
But my masters have sold my soul.