To an officer in command

Not for jokes or a dare
Not to profit or amuse
On the city's central square
Every day I voice my views.

I call out kings and masters
And defile the sacred skies.
Passers-by are walking faster
And averting guilty eyes.

Midday comes, and in the crowd
Then my glance will lock with yours,
And my voice will ring more loud,
You're my brother in the curse.

Not the one who brought me here,
Not the one who made me stay,
But the one who with no fear
Gave me roles in this play.

I will smile and bow slightly
And continue with my speech.
You may treat these meetings lightly,
But I love and treasure each.

Though scars no longer burning,
I won't make the same mistake.
However strong the yearning
There's more than us at stake.

I won't be your one and only,
You won't be my Lord and Prince.
None of us are truly lonely
When the fight for life begins.

And as friends, into the battle
We will go side by side.
Not for feelings, warm and subtle,
But for victory and pride.