We sang our song
We sang it loud
We sang it in the open places
The song that we were singing lifted high unto the ranges
Across the desert sands and all the arid places
Over Mountains valley’s, earths and sea’s
Over all the meadows and skies and nooks and brooks
It called for change
It called forth hope
It called for loving kindness
For human rights and freedom
It rang in lofty places
It shamed the sun
It scorned its light
It singed the ruddish flag
It hailed its’ own
It hailed it’s rights
It let all doubt be known
The song that we were singing
Was indeed our own
Then the silence came
And the heavens were torn open
And the Sun that we called friend
Cloaked itself
It turned it’s back
It hid its face from friends
It changed it’s light
It turned it’s coats
It changed from burnished gold
To ugly sickly army green
An evil kind of yellow
An angry shade of mean
It tore the heavens open
Brought the rain and then the flood
The rain it fell like little knives like tiny razor blades
It cut our skins it tore our hides
It bled us like the swine
The heavens had fell open
It fell so hard
It fell so fast
It fell like glass upon the rock
Like a diamond cutting butter
Like a knife slicing stock
But reflected in the bloodied mess
The song was not forgot
And though the water ran and ran
Until it could no more
It fed the land
It filled the streams
It grew the population
It planted just a little seed
A quiet little thing
It grew into a fruiting tree
Which fed a little boy
It shaded him and loved him well
And this he ner’er forgot
And as he grew
He sang a song
His own accord
He heard it right
He liked it best
It sounded clear and bright
He sang it in the quiet places
The hills and empty night
He sang unto all the land
To all the thorns and lilies
He sang it to a blooming rose
To all the vast and arid places
It was heard upon the the secret trails
All through the East and West
Until one day when at rest
He heard a lilting whisper
It rang so soft and clear and true
It brightened all the meadows
Upon the breeze
It swept like joy
Like Spring and Summer flowers
The voice it held itself alone
A lovely lilting lute
It sang it’s own
It sang it best
It sang itself all truth
Nothing hidden
Nothing lost
No shame
No fear
No hate
It hailed complete abandon
Freedom absolute
From the distance
Far to the left
I saw the shadow of some steam
A tiny puff
Was but a whiff
It cautioned the old and crippled
For memory that rests though dark and deep
When prompted by a similar truth
Rings clear and fresh and true
The wise had heard the songs before
Although not quite the same
Had echos of memories and thoughts restrained
From a time of bitter terrors
It felt familiar
It felt like home
It certainly was not strange
The puff of smoke it blew right out
As the songs became a gale
There was no nonsense
It was shut down
As more and more joined in
The country remembered all before
It did not baulk or wait
It snuffed that smoke
It put it out
And not a second thought too late
The Sun it finally showed its face
It shone its’ best and brightest
It did itself a full repentance – 180 to the core
It warmed the nation as it should before
It brought them back together
Like a mother hen and all her chicks
One collection under heaven
The old and crippled threw their hats
Giving way with complete abandon
Hope lay strong upon their breasts
Though frail their bodies lay
A spark of life
Began to shine
Their eyes though dull could see
That fear gave way
It turned to joy
And then to recognition
For voices that sing for rights and truth
Will be heard throughout the ages
Love is greater than power and fear
It grows beyond all stages
Fear shall ne’er have its way
Its destiny is end
For Love is desired above all else
Above all power and wealth
It shines through muck and mirk and mean
Through angry schemes and bitter themes
Let love become the desirable means to shut out the sour and those seekers of power let us turn our backs upon it
Bring about a voice of change with reason
Herald for love and kindness
And above all else
Wisdom, understanding and niceness
