This waltz on the edge of Life and Death Cheek to cheek, inexorably linked Like a straw bed awaiting a new arrival. Here again at the gate of the year the past storms the barricades in days of wrath.
This waltz on the edge of Life and Death Cheek to cheek, inexorably linked Like a straw bed awaiting a new arrival. Here again at the gate of the year the past storms the barricades in days of wrath.
This waltz on the edge of Life and Death Cheek to cheek, inexorably linked Like a straw bed awaiting a new arrival. Here again at the gate of the year the past storms the barricades in days of wrath.
This waltz on the edge of Life and Death Cheek to cheek, inexorably linked Like a straw bed awaiting a new arrival.
The sharp cold of political nights draws a ragged wet blanket
Around the confusion of life’s meanderings And under a raging sun the rockets rain down In retaliation for incongruous opinions.
The passionate rhythms of age old dalliances
Ride over the waves of mere humanity And from afar the peel of the call to arms Glistens from the corner of the eye of Horus.
Here again at the gate of the year
The past storms the barricades in days of wrath Where little will be gained and the ever present threat Of unrest succumbs to the prevailing winds Of a past revisited and a tentative future.