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Dance of Fools
by Kent D. Avestruz

                                                Come with me and let us dance

                                                With music that does not play,

                                                We’re so fool, so fool indeed

                                                But complain we ne’er say

                                                We pretend that we do hear

                                                The notes on air we laid;   

                                                To and fro we tossed ourselves

                                                As long as strength will may

                                                The whip hissed our body bleed

                                                But still we danced as slaves

                                                We must not err we must not stop

                                                ‘Til the master his bid he gave

                                                Now as we dance so gracefully

                                                We produce goods for them,

                                                We also till the land he owns

                                                But not a sweat flows from him

                                                We’re tired so tired, exhausted

                                                Our feet were bruised they’re hurt,

                                                But pain remained not there

                                                My heart, so sharp it pierce

                                                In my veins, so deep it spread

                                                Echoing through my sinews,

                                                And eat my every marrow;

                                                So, it, I loathed and eschewed

                                                But still we dance and dance

                                                Without music even played

                                                O’ when shall we wit

                                                That in us a fool is made?

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