Persian Princess

In the corner of the circus is a freak-show with a line
In cages under spotlights you can see them for a dime
In make-up and in costume the main attraction dies
While I hold my Persian Princess as she hangs her head and cries.

On sidewalks people gather, waving signs and their tea-bags
Demanding freedom from the Jews, the Blacks, and wicked fags
Evening comes, it’s Miller time, so they say their goodbyes
While I hold my Persian Princess as she hangs her head and cries.

A woman in a wheelchair only trying to be heard
A man is shouting loudly drowning out her every word
She speaks from her experience, and he’s repeating lies
While I hold my Persian Princess as she hangs her head and cries.

The ignorance of suffering which keeps us spinning round
Like chambers in a loaded gun which cracks an awful sound
Which drowns out all the liquid light and pulls us underneath
That thick cloak cast in selfishness which gives us no relief

But when that darkness disappears with tidal winds there blowing
As cleansing light is carried in on waves of truth and knowing
When heaven heaves a restful sigh as Hades’ fires do crumble
Not with a cheer or vengeful shout but whispered there so humble

A nation is on fire and its streets are burning green
The people will be counted, will be heard and will be seen
While lying on the asphalt in her blood a woman dies
While I hold my Persian Princess as she hangs her head and cries.