Heavy feelings of a million
slosh and sway.
The gray sky drowns a precious sun,
but chafes the eyes of none.
…as if there were something beyond to see.
It’s all here.
Heaven and Earth and Sea are we.
The body of the planet runs
and moves and lives as one…
until today.
Unearthed from clay
was this glass globe
that will remove this “brotherhood’s” robes
and clothe us in thoughts left behind,
that seems to break off
this ration of flesh, this soul,
this mind…
Who is we?
And suddenly the lie is broken
an era, not born, but awoken
will now rise against this weight
and free those who will to hold its fate.
The sun, the rain, the breeze
exist, no longer for us, but for me.
And the creed of one
of man, not men,
this alone has set me free. |
Submission Name: Man, not Men
