Pied Piper
by Arianna Schifman '21
It seems to me to be the most peculiar feeling
Of being a consequence Everything (Everyone?) happens for a reason But we don’t get to choose our reason you’re paying the price for someone else’s mistakes The penance for someone else’s sin But here you are the price Who you are, made as punishment for a stranger’s folly You follow You do what you are told And the pied piper sets you on your march to the sea with all the other vermin You search helplessly for your value in someone’s remorse And mean nothing when it is achieved. And you wait for something else to need you at the bottom of the sea. |