Freakshow

My dear friend I have visited the freakshow in the circus I am appalled at what I saw but at the same time It attracts me and it makes me wonder Who is the freak between the spectators and the sad souls performing Some of them are amputated, some are mutilated They're marked and they are scratched, as if cut by knives Others are mentally abnormal and disfigured But they have no other way to get by in their lives Stones and rotten fruit thrown at them are breaking them down day by day It's an immense institution of humiliation I'm sure the screams of pain and endless disgrace will haunt them forever To me it's organised desecration But when the curtain finally falls and the crowds recede The show is over and done The freaks of the show are counting their money and fall asleep One by one They repress the fact that tomorrow will be another day So they silently dream away Trying in their minds to keep out the unease And meet the scoffing, come what may Oh, what money can make people do