The Singer And The Ear

What have I,
neither master nor slave,
to give to a world
that wants one
or the other?

What have I,
the singer and the ear,
to praise in a time
that will neither
listen nor sing?

What can I,
neither divided nor conquered,
do in a world
that demands
lines to be drawn.

What can I,
who was never a caricature,
be in a world
that has disavowed
the genuine?

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