Falcon with a Hundred Faces
You wear costly feathers,
you defy your own truth—
that you didn’t know love,
with you, everyone strikes out.
Every day, a new hotshot,
the wealthy—your kind,
they deck you out in costly feathers,
never seeing your true face.
There is no heart in your chest,
only an iceberg slumbers there,
no one has ever understood
just who has suffered because of you.
You are a beautiful falcon,
but you have a hundred faces,
no one truly knows
which nest you come from.
Zera Princ
