jennifer "Showers of your crimson blood
Seep into a nation calling up a flood
Of narrow minds who legislate
Thinly veiled intolerance
Bigotry and hate

But they tortured and burned you
They beat you and they tied you
They left you cold and breathing
For love they crucified you

I can't forget hard as I try
This silhouette against the sky

Scarecrow crying
Waiting to die wondering why
Scarecrow trying
Angels will hold carry your soul away

This was our brother
This was our son
This shepherd young and mild
This unassuming one
We all gasp this can't happen here
We're all much too civilized
Where can these monsters hide

But they are knocking on our front door
They're rocking in our cradles
They're preaching in our churches
And eating at our tables

I search my soul
My heart and in my mind
To try and find forgiveness
This is someone child
With pain unreconciled
Filled up with father's hate
Mother's neglect
I can forgive But I will not forget

Scarecrow crying
Waiting to die wondering why
Scarecrow trying
Rising above all in the name of love"

~~melissa etheridge
fyn gula He is a scarecrow
stuffed with flesh and bone.
taken down from the pole he was once attached to like a prisoner.

he dances and not only frightens birds.

i take him to borders and he brays like a donkey-headed man at women he thinks are pretty. they ignore his cofident stupidity and hide from his toothless grin.

he drinks freely from the coffee you're just suppossed to taste and he stands by the erotica stumbling on to a book of orgies.

like a 12 year-old, he falls into the leather couch as if he's at the home of a wealthy friend.
finding a guide book on how to buy a used car, he holds the book at arm's distance because he needs reading glasses.

you give him a book about surviving separation and divorce in a woman's point of view and the scarecrow yells,
"go away!"
secretly knowing he could never leave her on her own.
what's it to you?
who go