We will sing this together
as we teach the words
and learn the ritual
Who is willing to give a fatherly role,
on a walk to the beauty way.
Chanting and bluffing towards our own sunset
A paradise of a modern struggle
A cautionary tale
of reverence to the homeland
Creating community and speaking the sermon of the Word
With a landscape empty and dead
we wonder if our relation of kin
will impart to Abel on the hill
Running with the dead
we separate two visions.
Colonizing the snake and all his powers,
defeating the lineage of what my transpire.
and comforting the idea of poetic freedom
isolation from the plague and the ability to dance in the rain
A mystical sense of learning to sail
brings the turbulent winds of the sea to the shore.
A hurricane of a thousand years
continues to hum our humble song.
