Monday, February 25, 2008

A Cry To My Brothers

Children of Noah
What has become of our covenant
Bonds breached, broken like barricades invaded by heathens

Once savvy, now savages
Diminishers of the repopulation
We take in vain that of which flowed through our forefather's veins
The blood of a nation, a cognate unification

Our numbers dwindle
A once flaming passion for wisdom…Extinguished
With grim hopes to rekindle

Went from the sum of many, to the sum of one
Once known as the son of man, but now transformed to the son of a gun

We once stood tall, but now we pack up and run…
From our problems
From our responsibilities
From our women
From our children
From ourselves

Children of Noah
Who will be left standing to create the next Ark
An Ark that won't sail on floods that cover land
But by blood, shed by man…killing man

1 comment:

Pegs said...

Alright! This is so ddeply written Dane. Truth pours from it from beginning to end!