Lament of nameless changelings

Were we ever meant to rise up so high?

Were we loosed then only to fail?

A day without hunger! One we could fly!

Now we are judged, and they’re holding the scale.

Up from the woodwork, up from the cracks

we tried for that light but came tumbling down

Hunted, what few were left, with nets and sacks

Hard knees; harder marble. Two heads, one crown.

Where is our Queen? Where is their heart?

Ropes pull us forward, we shelter our eyes

From seeing this end...so hopeful the start...

Are these smooth floors where our history dies?

Their judgement decided: we are set ‘free’

Nothing left and loathed...what are we?

Author's Notes:

Poem by ambion