Yet Not Broken By the Blues

....in retrospect There were mirrors there Behind it, where all the Jews would hide How can someone blame the black despair? All You were, was a mirror over there Flooding naked imagery Flowing naked mercury Proof there were no fa-ked lies Unless words were pressed against the frame Somehow you couldnt recognise... your name... Half blinded.. Besides, you would deny it anyway One day while searching for those wandering Jews Purple flowers in my garden winked at me " we are they, if so you choose" The mirror held was upside down (It never mattered anyway) So I kept on walking on and on Until this very day Ive heard it said just the other day They used it to flash the sun Hoping it would shine away As some were hiding in its shade A million miles away Behind that fragile pane of glass The looking glass kept looking past And keeps looking for today Looking at the torn disguise And the lying enemy eyes Though their lips were moist with movement As yet the sound remained unheard The spoken word was truth One day it all may come to you Whispered by a little bird Ive held so high your high regard And so your high esteem Your badge of broken Jew And friends by lives devided seen I tried imagining I was you Walking, standing in your wretched shoes To us were done similar things They also covered up the truth In fact its happening here and now How much cover do they need? In honour tried to imitate , sometimes even emulate Your cheeky contraband Conducting your own orchestra While playing your own band This mirror holding up I see If I was ever to wear those clothes Emblazoned by a David star Embattled with a Jewish scar I wish to have your nose The link between us circumcised A covenant yet not broken A people not yet broken by the blues My love was found Intact profound In around the nation of the Jew