Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Modern Prophets (Very Rough)

I.
On a quest to discover her soul
left only with a radio
and the lull of rubber on the road.

From atop a hill she sees green
waves casted with shadows
of the rain clouds
which curl into themselves as if
God had the eyes of Van Gogh
or would it be
Van Gogoh possesed the eyes of God?
But how could he hear the prophecy?

II.
A voice of the past,
the words of her father
How could so many close their ears?
A herecti of the new age.
He spoke of peace, of love, of unity.

III.
Shows of dusk
refuse to shine
as she strums
the tone less her mind
swaying with spirits past
on rubled stone
burying at last
a 'coonskin' cap,
a crooked knife.
their essence dances
circles around a spectre
of flames while chanting
on and on to never forget
for which we did sacrifice!

Not for freedom
or land or gold!
But for unified peace;
from the rushing Rio Grande
to the Great Wall.