Chosen by Avi Morgan


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"Bring out the clowns."
A single chant
A verdict, clear and true
"Bring out the clowns."
A silly dance
And dancers played by fools

Rise, oh, Red sun
Rise above
Reflect the crimson tears
Rise, oh, Red sun
Seek no love
Soak up their frantic fears

Unbroken will
Of the old
What do the Elders say?
Unbroken will
Bound by blood
Have they, too, gone astray?

"Come, oh, chosen"
Still asleep
Twins, unmarked, unsought
"Come, oh, chosen"
Still we weep
In our own promise caught