Far across the street

In the blistering cold night

From all the light she retreats

Sena sings with a frail might

She hums away quietly:

Truth is fading

Fast life and gaudy clothes

Raping Pastors and Lying politicians

Tranverstites and Queer passions

Too much to learn yet little knowledge

Who’s right, who’s wrong:

Truth is Fading

But Truth is tricky

Whose truth is “The Truth”

Yesterday Dogo apostasised

The Cricifix is for the White man

Today Vaughn the sky gazer discovered

Another world far away and safer

Today the Atheist said a prayer

To a god she does not believe in

Tomorrow we’ll get more confused

What is the truth?

What if it’s wrong to eat pork?

What if the homos are right?

What if the Big Bang is true?

And we were once apes?

Or the Sabbath is Saturday?

And we’re all crazy!

Who sent little Angelica to Hell’s Corridor

To see a gentle Pope Scream in pain?

Why should Christ be crucified on a Stake

And not on a Cross?

Are the Hindus lost without Christ?

But we all love the Dalai Lama

Is that the Truth?

Sena sings

Images blurring, too much blood lost

But she hums away to the night:

There is one purpose to life and one only

To bear witness to

And understand as much as possible

Of the complexity of the world– its beauty, its mysteries, its riddles

But that’s just Anne Rice

Tomorrow she’ll choose her friends right

She’ll ignore the pain

Sena will live right, no regrets

No confusion

She’ll win–hurt or no hurt

Well that’s her Truth