I painted a picture that no one saw
It remained face down upon the floor
I recited my poem that no one heard
Each painful line, deaf ears preferred
I made a song that no one sang
Each bar dissolved without a bang
I wrote a book that no one read
All my thoughts just put to bed
I did my dance, no one joined in
Each step by step alone therein
I stood on my soap box and I spoke
And I got derided by the 'woke'
I prayed for liberty and for peace
I watched the dove of white decease
I grew weary, until I did no more
And then came the Stasi to m y door
I wrote this letter so that I could vent
Stamped and sealed , but never sent …
