Subaltern from Grief by TANGERINECAT

Behold, the curtain opens.
The starlight finds its way
Through the mist between the branches.
The owl hoots that it’s beginning.
This time you listen in silence.
I start to speak.

Who are you to tell me who I am?
Who do you think you are to define me?

A mother who is proud of her son
Justifies everything,
The father who comes home alive
And sober.
The game is fair if your school friend
Believes in your great future,
When your neighbour is in the club,
And he knows the right people.

Where is my mother?
Ask the grave.
Where is my father?
Cold breathes the tomb.

Where is my relative? Where is my friend?
Why does my neighbour turn their head?
To this country I came by luck.
Fair-play you say? What the fuck!

Who are you to tell me who I am?
Who do you think you are to define me?

• Alternative
• Metal
• Spoken Word
• dark jazz
• electronic
• industrial
• United Kingdom