rise
songs alone are not enough
the letters of my name may chase its melody
as a hand may carve my name in squares
unique and from its lineage claim fealty
descendants of those legends and of those
immortal chants are born fire within the veins
as magma once chased the frozen cords of rock
so hearts and blood may rise again
river mountain high from whence the aural streams
have flown like souls of eagles plunging upward
the domes and sacred shrines some far below
are chanting with the daybreak
the suns of east whose dreams are all ideals
with no recompense but death
and foolish notions stirred
by leaders always standing at the rear you'll note
whose xenophobic prompts like fodder to the cattle herd
are brayed and echoed there by trumpets
drums and borrowed scholars
flags upon the sky ablaze when seen
by maggots crawling from the fallen strew
but from above the feathered wings of sadness
ride the thermals through the brume and mizzle
that they see not the earth and rock and man destroyed
but blue heaven far above the frigid turbulence of clouds