




Satyr
Satyr or faun,
whichever denounced,
all stands the same.
You gaze your eyes
upon me to judge.
Images depicted
in sins of a father.
A mistake of a man,
And a curse of a kind.
Peer inside to see
a creature not of pure sexuality.
My flute plays to please.
I dance to be free.
To be free is to be me
in individuality.
Once following Bacchus
not for drink nor pleasure.
Through he we were seen
“As is” is fine.
In that we celebrated
with party, with wine.
Old gods are gone
and a new came.
Through words of one God
your judgment remains.
Banished amongst
the bush and trees.
I now gaze upon you
with only song to please.