C is for Chorus
We bend our knee to no one;
No one surrenders to us
Human players are tragic:
Even in our comedies, vicious
We bend our knee to no one;
No one surrenders to us
What we see can blind, but
Unlike Oedipus can’t self-maim
We bend our knee to no one;
No one surrenders to us
Our role is comment for you
Who attend our seeing-place
We bend our knee to no one;
No one surrenders to us
Like Antigone, we’re horrified
In forsaking our heroic dead
We bend our knee to no one;
No one surrenders to us
Cynics abandon Parnassus;
We will stay, the human voice
We bend our knee to no one;
No one surrenders to us

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