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Under Glass
The Lady's under glass today
Her voice has bite.
She tilts her head, the clear lens draws reflections
Brown eyes watch like stone
Beneath a shield.
Beneath the glass, she's weeping.
Star tears blur her eyes for Peace
Or some other thing
Out of her reach.
From one minute to the next
She forgets
How to pull a trigger.
She's all fury under glass.
Her heart is somewhere else
Out of her reach
But does she remember
That she even owns one?
Does she know she left her heart in a glass coffin
On a general's desk
In an office on Earth?
And can she see that under glass, it's breaking
While she stalks the stars
Searching for his perfect world?
The Lady under glass
Would have us tear the world apart
In someone else's name.
The Lady unprotected
Countermands the order.
And which do I obey?