The Liberation of Ethne
By Art of the Diver
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“What’s in a name?” So many have asked
Those unaware, that a curse was once cast
Oh Ethne, how did your name come to be?
It seems so uniquely restricting, to me
Yet you don’t seem to openly care or fuss
With a name so dreadfully alien, to us
“Well, if truth be known, it’s not been a curse,” she replied
“Though always it’s kept me, from letting go, from feeling alive
You see, I don’t want folks to think that I’m slow
Or mocking, as was thought my parents must have been
When they couldn’t pronounce B-ethne-y
It wasn’t noted, that they both spoke, with a lisp
Just assumed, they must have meant, Ethne!”
Oh you poor thing, Ethne
You must have wanted the world, to go away
I’ll bet your name is to blame for all your flaws
Your shallow nature and the lies, that can’t be ignored
So many have asked, what’s with that name
What’s in your future? What’s tainted your past?
How do we liberate the madness from her gaze?
Set Ethne free, from her personality, her pain and her ways?
Do we just look the other way, or agree to disagree, Ethne?
What’s with her name? They wonder...
Yet no one has asked her, “What’s in her heart?”
There must be far more than cold bitterness and shame
More than detachment, delusion and habitual blame
Will she ever let go to be forgiven, to become truly whole
And make peace with the truth, to recover her soul
A cold chisel carves out a name to be spoken in lisp
The letters are fuzzy, not striking and crisp
Here lies B-ethne-y, a cruel and heartless bitch
She gave us enigma and an incurable itch
And she died leaving us, unable to see
How anybody, could live with the curse of poor Ethne!
* Words by Rob Pearldiver *
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