The Dancers' Dance

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"The Dancers' Dance" 

By: Khatoon Hazara 

 

 

 

The little bells chime 

Though the music plays at a slow pace that the dancers' dance to 

I wonder how long it has been; what's the time? 

 

 

 

There is something in their eyes; the greed is glowing in their souls 

The dancers' are after our hides 

Our money is their goal 

 

 

 

I think I may be out of my mind 

For when they start dancing, my eyes look down at their soles 

When my body moves to the music, where I go, no one goes 

 

 

 

There must be a way inside 

Through to the monster 

The one where the way out, he knows 

 

 

 

There is a sly little toaster 

Though it is quite dank and dark inside 

Maybe that's the way to go, I may not know 

 

 

 

We can be lost here; all alone

Making dresses out of the messes we've sown

Or we can wait until the best of us collide