Whilst there is still hope
And the will to survive
Even we can have nine lives

Do you think god
Hides in heaven
Because he too
Lives in fear
Of what he's created?

Living vicariously through others' lives,
but it's still not enough..

The black ink pours in
The white page is pure gold
Wisdom seeps through
Transforming the lives
And the knowledge speaks
To the people in every fold.

In the waist high soy fields
We laugh like choking dogs
On the image of the hand that yields
So we worship in restless monologues

In the ice cold bite of the frozen lake
We encounter the spirit of naught
Naught which has given, naught that we will take
And the holler seems farther with every thought

I am a soul sick woman in the body of a child
A child with formlessness untoward
I wish to run as fast as the stallions, bucking wild
But I’m stuck here in the yard

When you push your eyes to the horizon
Do you feel that stirring, longing, yearning
Deep and tender heartless feeling
Leaves the mind inside the body reeling
When you tip your face up to the endless sun
Do you feel that wars inside we only narrowly won
The civil conflict, the trenches, blood in buckets subdued
The maladapted, anachronistic, bad attitude
I am forgiven for all my double-hearted shame
Tell me, if you can, what is my name

Trafficing humans, when did this become a reality
When did human lives become a lucrative commodity
Is there not value in every life
I ask,
with tear stained sincerity
It's leaving families broken and consoled by fear
How do we eradicate this scourge
Shake a sleeping world
Shout! be aware
Take up arms, take aim
and release without a care
In the end
It's the families tears that's paying the fare
For these souless demons to collect their blood fare
My heart beats to the sound of dispair
Knowing this is our current world
Our saddened state of affairs.