I’m gonna give you up,
Like the last dregs of sipped tea,
Like a worn out letter
Enshrouding barren memory.

Like a book that lies yellow
With pages so brittle ,
That time broke its spine
For it mattered very little.

Like the pebble you picked
From the nearby beach,
That you felt sorry for
For it lay far from the sea’s reach.

Like the love that was taken
By betrayal and pain,
Of which I recall nothing good
But that it grieved in vain.

Like hope and faith and peace:
pretty words to fool
Those gullible enough
To enslave, to rape, to rule.

I’m gonna give you up,
All that makes you you,
With my need to define
The line between false and true.