When words are not enough
To express our anger and disgust;
When no words profound
Can unriddle the inescapable secrecy
Of our grief and sorrow
Perpetrated by the unjust;
When meter and rhyme
Devolves into illiterate cacophonies;
When our voices are lost in the byzantine corridors of the abyss;
When our crystalline tears that pierces the sacred ground does not nourish life;
Then our actions must remain true
As conduits of our truths, our emotions, and our insatiable passion to live and breathe the same august air, and share the bounty of the sacred soil and seas;
To collectively enjoy the warmth of the flames as it slowly devours the firewood
Crackling in the serene silence of the long night;
When words are not enough then may this eternal dance keep the bonfire of life burning through the ages
Like Jupiter's raging storm,
Let the red splotches of dust be scattered through the clouds and start the clockwork of eternity, to free us and forever disquiet our hearts!