BROKEN MIRROR
Before there were clones
An old poet moaned
"Only God can make a tree"
Now men in white suits
Think it might be cute
To fashion a duplicate me
But my spirit's divine
As I often opine
In songs even angels can't sing
Until man made clones
Come to learn on their own
"Only God can make a king"
It's like looking at a broken mirror
Standing in the window of a soul
Some see stars when they get nearer
Others just see the black holes
When a king can't tell
How an evil spell
Put a crow inside his crown
Find the cause of the curse
And try to reverse
All the troubles handed on down
If the peace train derails
And civilization fails
You can look at all the angles
And dig through the ash
For the cause of the crash
In a tangled wreck of rectangles
It's like looking at a broken mirror...
It was by the old school
The gypsies took us for fools
Swindling kids with a cheap telescope
Charging one skinny dime
To see something sublime
"The star that gives everyone hope"
Well the star at the end
Was drawn on the lens
And the local cops have to be thanked
For they drove them away
And some recall to this day
The tiger tail stuffed in their tank
It's like looking at a broken mirror...
Ask a queen for a quote
As she steps off her float
Amid microphones thrust in her face
"Being crowned is great fun
For one trip round the sun"
And her majesty stares off into space
How far would I get
With — "One man's sunset
Is just another man's sunrise"
I might emit something gross
Like — "Only some one close
To you can spit in your eye"
It's like looking at a broken mirror...
So I leave this place
For outer space
Where the Great Wall can be defined
On Mother Earth's face
It leaves a trace
Of a twisted aging line
She can crack a smile
That goes on for miles
And swallow you like a whale
For what it's worth I rate Mother Earth
As a Seven on Richter Scale
© 2004 Stefan des Lauriers