Witch-hunt

You’d hardly detect my name But make it sound obscene I’m someone easy to blame I’m guilty, my eyes are green My fault, I was born afar And maybe a bit “too late” I see, you expect a fight You fancy it to be straight The only thing you forgot: We manage different tools You still belong to the world Conforming to other rules The world of money is tough So powerful, glamour and proud Its snobbery makes me laugh How funny it scorns the crowd You’re wrapped in all that stuff But feel exclusive and strange So being yourself by half You’re always out of range I never envied your star Nor wished to see your fail I can not compete so far Believe me, it’s not my scale You sooner mistake my dreams They work not to make me rich Who ever knows what it means To be an authentic witch No holidays in Siam No skiing in Courchevel But wishing their climes to come I whisper, and they obey To warm up my northern sea To cover my land with snow I simply draw what I see Within my ideal show No Botox or surgeon’s knife To save my beauty and health My magic, surely white, Has nothing to do with spells There is a key to release All forces of any rank: I say just a quiet “please” And never forget to thank In public you play a god With your charismatic light They catch your every word But follow my thoughts at night I wish you could read my mind It’s sad if you disagree But all my creative finds I share with them for free So this is the way I walk And look at the heights I’ve passed I only can’t break the wall Of your eternal distrust It’s told as it used to be My ending has just begun ‘Cause now you direct at me Your perfect financial gun Foreseeing a brand-new day You capture my nightly tale And think that I have to pay For everything that you sell Since our opinions clash Your laws are rigid and fast Of course they will simply smash And humble me to the dust But I’m not bound to bear This silly provoking game Despise me – I do not care You chose an erroneous aim I’m sure you would regret Your war is utterly mad Just see me exerting that Red button inside my head My fantasy kept you safe From troubles and cruel fate Don’t force it to make away With us Before it’s too late Believe, I could hardly dare To cause any harm to you And still I am not prepared To give the devil his due I learn to control my rage I try to endure pain I never forget the age Of love I wish to regain Imploring my hope to stand I say “it shall be alright” My sufferance has no end My reason is terrified You’d better bethink yourself And give up your hate for good… But if your conscience is deaf Don’t wait for miracles Shoot! . 03.10.2013