I see my countryman still holding on to the pest          
we look to blame of the jar full of gold which fell out of our hand            
on the pest, on the men how came from the horizon                  
the men how opened our eyes                                        
but not without the down hills, deep valleys and the dark part of them

We hold on to the things which drive us into the ground'            
for we do not peck the from the shining ground but  we still look to blame          
whiles the wind of time blows which is more parlous than gold      
whiles the wind blows and carry’s away the gold  
                                                                                                                
A hunter enticing his whit bat have our country men enticed us whit sweet  words                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               and then stave us in the back  7x7x7 and  besieged us in poverty
Putting us in sinking  sand whit noting to hold on to.  
                                                                                                                          
To the further we must look and loss the burden which we hold on to.  
Moving from the past is inevitable if we went to be on the other side where the sun is    
reaching for the thing which are in front and living the thing which are in behind .