Inversion - Halcyon Way

If the roles were reversed*

Could you take a walk in my shoes?

They’re resting on eggshells

And I’ve got so much to lose

If I gave voice to those terms

When I conveyed my mind

Or I said what I was thinking

I’d be destroyed or ostracized

Fear of offense

Fear of ruin

Fear of violence

Fear of the end

Turn the tables on me

Turn the tables on you

Everyone’s inside out

Change the rules of the game

Play the game, level the blame

Inversion of all you know

Inversion of all you know

An olive branch held our for appeasement

Taken along with our hand

A gun to the head of logic

Reason already shot out back

An elegant source of irony

The poetry of the newly damned

Dropping the lamp at the golden door

Undermining all for which we stand