Here I am, 

the balance of the masculine

the yin of the yang

the shakti of the shakta 

carried away by a big, bad wolf

while you stand there

lynching each other

even as my screams

rend a yawning chasm in the sky

but not one of you move

so stuck in your own morality

your own ideas

your own righteousness

as I die

and as with me, the future 

slowly, yet surely

dies...