7/01/05

in sweet simplicity's mysteries lies the histories of inequity
truths laid to rest under phallic shaped tombs among fields of blue skies
eyes of the immortal wandering journeying east to where the sun may rise
and under the guise of dawn she yawns to the scent of palm
and with a strong psalm her voice echoes on
with her songs reaching the souls of the unheard
left to burn under the fires of ambiguity
and within those fires lay the empirical for you to see
why is it that there are those who claim to have more humanity?
words only have meaning to those who understand