Sing for me

Slave, sing for me
your most beautiful song of mercy
and beg for this when I look at you
while I love you with my spade

Serve me, for that is your duty
and at my feet is your place
for me, the incense and the myrrh
for you, the feathers and the pitch

But when I speak to you kindly
– and you deserve no more –
my tirade sounds to you
like the most beautiful song…

…after all, it’s just a matter of perspective…