Elegant and Brutal

A mass of contradictions, he wrote through the night
A suave intellectual with a fighter inside
He dreamed of a medieval Samurai life
A repressed homosexual with a beautiful wife

He was so elegant and brutal
Playing with swords and conjuring words
So sad there was no cause to die for
Hiding his shame by playing the game

His dad ripped his manuscripts said they were for girls
His grandparents kept him from the outside world
He thought all the sickness had come from the West
Honing the muscles in his arms and his chest

He was so elegant and brutal
Playing with swords and conjuring words
So sad there was no cause to die for
Hiding his shame by playing the game

They booed and jeered his speech
His decision had been reached
For him not to grow old
Falling on his sword, an act of Harakiri

Was he weak or strong
A coward or a hero?
Debates rage on and on
An endless mystery, or just his tragedy?



Credits
Writer(s): Joe Peacock
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