You remind me of the hope I found.
When peace made waves through the underground.
Contemplative in speak and thought combined.
When the words of saints would fill my lungs.
Overflowing through to a raging tongue.
Imagining where love and lives collide.
The rage of all the world embodies me.
If only thoughts I called reliable were
to be the hands to free.
Slaves we've - become these - self-sufficient
beings with wool covering our eyes.