There is a big parade,
a masquerade
People dance like robots
to rigid tunes played by others
Afraid as they are to think
and dance for themselves
They all look the same
They are all masked
afraid to touch, afraid
to come any closer
their breath of life taken away
their voices silenced

Except for the ones
who freely dance
to the song of their own hearts
they show the true face
of love and compassion