Waltzing in the Sanctuary

There is nowhere to hide

 

There is no place to go

 

There is no one you can know

 

There is only the wrong side

 

Where prejudice and ignorance coincide

this place of darkness

 

It is not a sanctuary

this face of starkness

 

It is - the knot in the mortuary

that keeps eyes tied.

 

 “Lovely to see you my ruse” said prejudice 

“Do you want to dance again” replied ignorance