The Flag of Pricks

The sky has lost its image of beauty, And the fading air is all you can see When the soul of your spirit rest in cave Inside the furnace of terrorism How will you ascend in this graceless base? With this bile intoxicating your heart Rotten mind; a pollutant like strong haze, Bringing you 'tween the bridge of death and life Beep! Listen to the sounds of your creator See! Created I not you for barrigness In your spirit reside abundancy; Of success and labour, love and enmity First two for the one last, love is in you And keep its flame even amidst the vulture Rise in your glory and keep off that flag; The flag of pricks and blood driving you astray From vision to brooding illusion peg Like a termite under the scourging ray When wind daunted upon your only shoulder, In hope and God, move like a fierce soldier Whose spirit knows the beauty in victory And whose eyes gyrate like an emmissary To accomplish an unfading glory In the unreached land of 'bundant treasure He made you in the brook of perfection He blessed you from the womb of your mother But men seest not these in tribulation As they are lost only in the moment of life And for the jungle of sorrow you are, You are bound for real to keep your passion For green grass burneth in heat for its growth So does this 'ment fill you in grace of air The poison of life is equivalent To the sadness of heart and mind of men Two the anchor the flame of assertion For progress and 'ccess, for morrow beauty Care must thee take to decorate its wall For its scratch can makest thee to fall When wind daunted upon your only shoulder, In hope and God, move like a fierce soldier Whose spirit knows the beauty in victory And whose eyes gyrate like an emmissary To accomplish an unfading glory In the unreached land of 'bundant treasure