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.
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