twin venture
The heat, the screams, the blood-curdling cries
When the skies turn red and the world divides,
And in your mind, you come to find
A simple wish for silence.
But wherever you look,
The reality is violence.
In a place where you seem to find solace,
The cries seem to obscure
The obnoxious sounds, the vile chorus
Of songs; vulgar, bitter, dry, and crude.
But hopeful may the light intrude.
May it be loud, may it be aggressive,
In all its might, may the light be passive.
In all the parts, their mouths may shut
In the midst of tumultuous gusts.
If that may fail to end this trade
Of this disastrous, ubiquitous hate,
Should I be the one to hold
The baton to protect this stronghold?
Is this my arrogance, de-rust?
Should I be the one I trust
In this stream of what's just and unjust?
Should I really bear the weight
Of this unwanted twist of fate?
Then I shall bear it till my death,
Oh, I shall take it to my grave.
For this cacophony, I shall fade,
And this cacophony, I shall fade.
thorny cedar
hardy bluff
