The Phantom

I, the phantom.
Introduce myself to you
Bow to you
Cause no one would bow to me
I speak the truth and only the truth
I grew in the land where pastures were the created.
I spoke in the land where terror was the policy
I knew in the land where mind was the liar
I thought in the land where heart was the manufactured
I heard in the land where silence was the forbidden
I saw in the land where vision was the screened
I sang in the land where cancions’ were the imprisoned
Still I introduce myself to you
The crazy phantom.