Burnt Offering
The voices
are heard
yet they are almost
drowned out in the din
Bravely the chanting
continues
a thousand
unfortunate oaths
dissolve in the
haze
Our hearts are lifted
up by the
ancient winds
we feel free
even here in the
asphalt homeland
let dawn come
we have made out peace
with exsistence
The smoke of our
offerings
rises heavenward
We still dare
to seek joy
in these troubled days
the world is changing
But for now we can
rest easy
and wait for
a new era
to rise from
the ashes
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