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
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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