amid the sad squalls of young cries and the seagulls
there amid the jubilee
came from a siren a song
saying singing
let her cries make me
strong
dear lord
like a hymn a black revival
take me now
I am ripe ready
have seen the worst
the vile the man hanging
from the noose
just a young man
had nothing did nothing wrong
then
came that sound
again
if I give up
it is gonna happen again
take me then
to the fight to
the instance and let me die there
I will not let the future
be like this
and it sang
and some died and the song
still resounds
in this day and time
chords off key and discordant
yet haunting
me