Theatrical Muse 356 "Have you ever been persecuted?"

Are you kidding?

Flaunting and alien, wandering free?
Who do you think wants to persecute me?
Sharply dressed, talented, bopping on through,
Hey, you might see me as a threat to you?

Daring, uncaring, I dance on my way.
You bid me here, maybe I’ll choose to stay.
Maybe I’ll leave at the glint of a star,
(Death is for those who must stay where they are.)

Some find their terror quiets even a sob
Some find their voice in the bay of the mob.
Some live to persecute, won’t count the cost.
I put the songs in the mouths of the lost.

Ghettos and slums and the haunts of the drone,
and who can be safe when surviving alone?
Fire and the riots and the smoke of defeat
Where the meek find their deaths in the arms of the weak.

I hear the terror and I hear the rage,
And the puppets dance on, on their limited stage,
My hand ain’t hidden there pulling the string,
I’m just involved in the songs that they sing.

Scapegoat the beggar who’s born in a ditch,
Scapegoat the crone that the children name, “Witch!”
Scapegoat the stranger or scapegoat the poor
Scapegoat the cripple or scapegoat the whore,

Scapegoat at will all original sin,
Scapegoat the mind that is hidden within.
You make the targets, I'm singing it true,
By adding the label that says, “not like you.”

Muse, “Sweet” the Singing Demon
Fandom, BTVS
Words, 222