Hidden Hand Half Mast
Passive we stare down these
chequered halls. Massive yet spare
sound these measured walls. Wanting
is more than life will allow. The colors
they fly at half mast from the bow.
Early frost arrives, winter heralds near.
Blood moon to rise, premonitions clear.
Precious the lives that are uncaringly
stole. Treacherous minds, just brains
without souls. Greed is the core of
their sheltered ideals. The flag it
unfurls at half mast o'er fields.
Earthly wind divides, Goddess heralds
near. Early frost arrives, destiny is clear.
We will overcome.
You will overcome.
Love will overcome.
