The Pooka Sings

Oh! Your eyes, your greedy eyes! Your dry and desperate tongue You’ve told a lie! A lie! A lie! For every pretty note your reedy voice has sung Do we believe in devils? No Winged men? The healing pow’r of love? No Enchantment? Social justice? No Dead child actors in a white, white world above? No Why are all these songs about the things that don’t exist? Do not resist! We’ll burn these lies tonight and never let them live Oh, stoke the fire, we’ll burn these words tonight and never let them live The Pooka wings away His power o’er me’s at an end And I put down my violin I leave it down, never again!