Something

Something moaning in them hills tonight something calm with quiet tears something caught winging a web of plight something trapped in tired years something longing for an irreversible flight something moaning in them hills tonight I know them mountain full of doves But them dead skins troubled to tears And echoes of peace and love, doves Never alive that such sorrow so shares I smell marijuana incense detaining The revival of the pain, music sweet Anesthesia numbing skin and numbing Synthesia of war and pride's deceit There is a drum rolling down the cliff, Ready to over the edge, heart red The dread anthem so moved I and I lift The spliff of wind like cup to my head This is absolution drizzling through trees Talking in tongues forgotten before We were shipped on the Atlantic breeze Time shackled upon the rocky shore I catch the song rising and then a moon Breaking memory like a heart with thunder These were not born with a silver spoon And the rumble swells from their hunger And the drum like wind and tide lift soul Of man, and make a ship of hope to keel Its bow and beach where forgotten gold In rivers run, where once our Kojo kneel