Voices From a Foreign Land

Once upon a life time When the flowing streams were Caged behind the backs of steep mountains Where brothers and sisters perished Because of rebellion to slavery There was heard from a distance a sound so profound it released Certain demons through it's melody Dedicating humble spirits to servitude in an island of solitary men Breathing malice through it's nostrils, fumbling with unwritten lyrics of nostalgia, sickening to the ear like the bowel symphonies of hungry children in Somalia A mysteriously different kind of malaria When phantoms perverted the justice and order of fair governance And nurtured disgust in the hands of foreign slave drivers, Diviners, digging up lost silverstones and confusing ravenous lightning rods in the heavy hand of Zeus Pointing towards the skies in search of some hidden knowledge among the stars A seemingly serious kind of pain torturing the humble rhythm, leaving it in scars.