We raised him, the sun
We praised him, the sun
We applauded him
At the peaks of our mountains
In our churches
In our dialogues
The Sun, the Sun, the Sun
He was good
Silent, polite, just good
He was promising
Good yields, vitamin D
A bright future was
To the Sun, the Sun, the Sun
At some point
That shoulder muscle
Curved with the spine
He has been frequenting
The gym, yes
The Sun, the Sun, the Sun
Why can’t you
At least shave it off
That little bush upstairs?
The betrayal started
Oh the Sun, the Sun, the Sun
Perhaps an unexpected
Flip in the earth’s rotation
Made that change
The unavoidable damage
To the Sun, yes the Son
He will lie and
Be silent
He will see and not hear
He will touch
And never feel a thing
Damned Son, Son, Sun
They will throw those
Quick scoffing glances
At the Son, the Sun
They will feel wasted
Every little effort
Nullified by the actions
The evil actions of the Sun
Shall it be, tell me
That its glare
Is going to hide
The shame, agonizing
Shame to the sun
The Son betrayed us
©Simon21
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