Disease of Sanity

The congregation of passportology Is an overwhelming majority Don’t know much of my geneology Even don’t belong to minority But anyone can attach me of course To the less equal nation in Orwellian sense For that mental trick I must feel some remorse Must believe in the depth of offence But I must be a little madder To take this to the heart, my dear And I must be a little sadder To notice your hidden sneer I hail the first world’s excellent decisions To send back asylum seekers, to humiliate Those who have fled for justice, petitioners The exiled opposition they also hate Idealists can’t find a way to learn Except their own personal ordeals But the idealists are not my concern For officials mercy I wouldn’t appeal Cause I must be a little madder To plead without any pretension And I must be a little sadder To rejoice at the dole of attention My way seems to be rather tangled Maybe I’m hanging around for too long What I have said would be mangled What I have thought would be gone But this moment feels about right Like an orphic bird that beats in my hand The white clouds fill the sky at night And my bird flies to the southern lands But I must be a little madder To follow that bird, my love And you must be a little sadder To look for the stars above.