Toys

Those who toy with us, I grant you,
outweigh us in the scales.
Under their weight our souls have reached the lips.
Time drags us toward the untimely hour,
yet from all we have to give—conscience included—
we choose to offer only obedience.
Their faces wear smiles—broad and triumphant...
at our defeat, at our compliance.

Come, let us seize them and drown them in the well.
Come, let us see what happens when we disobey.
Come, let us refuse to be wounded any further.
Come, let us learn to care for our own tears.
Come, instead of walking through fire, let us become fire and burn.

You'll see, they'll come running to put out the flames.
To keep ourselves light
means accepting their weight.
Come, now let us rebel.
When all the toys band together and refuse,
each toy becomes a person.