Alexia Shea

You have been cast down

You have been made a clown

You are conquered

You have been thrown out

No matter how much you shout

You are conquered

He has risen above your pity fest

But he does not puff his chest

Although you are conquered

Sneak, trickster, liar. That you are

You are black as tar

Because you are conquered

You are broken

He has spoken

And you are conquered