Empty still hands with palms facing the sky
With love in our hearts we always have hope
While in meditation we see past the lie
The peace we seek lies within not in dope
We believe in the ancient ways to fly
We soar with wings white as ivory soap
Listen close to hear the Native war cry!
America
Each bird we hear sing is God saying high
The ancient ones knew this without the Pope
The Natives knew that they would never die
Infinity in light; with Time elope!
4 comments:
This one took me considerably less time to write. You know I still like it better than the other one. Perhaps thats just my bias in the tone. This one suits me much more.
Very cool, I like the matched set with two different perspective.
Yeah reading them back to back. the first seems more true to me than the latter, but I'll take the optimistic path if I have the choice. I love that 5th line man good stuff.
I love them both so much. They really do need to be on a wall and side-by-side. I love how the duality of these two poems mirrors that of the divine...in sooo many ways...you're on to something my man!
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