I see versions of prosperity.
They pass my eyes.
Flashes of freedom
In disguise
My thoughts become liquid
Like a watery gloom
Filling it up
Pouring into the room
Then sweeping me away
Like a used broom.
I see versions of prosperity pass my eyes.
Flashes of freedom
In disguise
Stolen villages
And labored hands
Forgive my feet.
They walk the conquered lands.