For Liturgies of Art
Eun Ji, how shall we find the shrine?
Of others that appear with our soul qualities
Freedom is too bitter-sweet and too inherently
Addictive, that we are lascivious in our faithfulness
Being too faithful to the spirit that moves us
You left him there at the square of hoards
I watched you go, turn from the inevitable
We are all prostitutes to this terrible world
That can be ruined in a moment
For lovers are not kind and husbands do not own us
Must we be as soldiers for our ideals?
In such a world that cares not for values
But so much more for profit, benefit, easy ROIs
I sometimes wonder how we all became corrupt.