No one can halt thy floppy wings!
Fly in furry! fly in peace!
Find the cows of Bashan, on a mountains high!
Lay upon them thy wish!
If in furry, serve your words steamy!
If in peace, breathe on them ease!
Let thy song, call to life the weary,
Pour on them, volumes of buttered hope.
Let thyself march onward, to a battle tense!
Wield your sword swiftly, without a shield.
nothing would dare thy daring ambience
Nothing of races, nor beast, nor machines.
Let kings go in hiding,
And servants reap their harvest!
Be also quick, in thy judging.
Set the guiltless free.
Bear on thy wings,
Gold and jewelries;
Bear also, reproach and guilt.
Put in bound the traders of darkness
Adorn the honest men!
Flow unending
like an ancient stream.
Spray lavishly a pleasant fragrance;
Make the slums appeal!
Since men aren't united,
Take from them, their names;
Then everyone is no one.
so! greed will lose her hold.
Let my ink, tell a story!
Of a future bright,
Or the present damnation!
If in thy conscience,
you're truly acquainted,
Then, you really are!
