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.