scarecrow 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 991221 ... 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. 000502 what's it to you? who go blather from