Tragedy of the Bazaar

We are melodically adrift within beating drums,
Bangs of war, drowning birds and ambiance hums
Peaceful pastimes, ancient cities of my memory,
When tribes left to dance by the cry of drums,
Warn of war drowning clowns and senseless hums
The remains of circus trinkets left behind,
The remains of love forgotten in our minds.

I am my mother's only one,
A puppeteer and master bred,
To please the cosmos and the beasts
I am my mother's only misery,
When my stringed dolls dance to mother peace,
Through noble forests who know no sides,
Lost forests blind to battles and tides,
Of an oracle circus and her scaled dragon hides.

No one is the ex-soldier of a torn world
No one remains of sinful circus lives
When elephants trample over souls
And wade in the pool of Bethesda,
We tread and tread to beats and beats
Through the narrow gates of God.

War drown the painted clowns,
And my heart was to joyfully explode
War drowned herself to death,