Not Yet

Hush, it's not time to go yet:

The heavenly carriage

Of moon-silver garlands

Will come any whisper

But not yet;

The stream it felt joining

In pain and in longing

That great water silence

I bore in its violence

Of loud stone indifference

But ferns they brushed calming

And said: patience, not yet;

Booming acoustics of

Columns in churches said:

Voices of angels have

Come down to speak to us

Came down to sing thus:

No longer muted by

No longer troubled by

Men's thoughts misguided us

Heavens are pierced to us

We hear it clearer than

Day now that Justice comes

Behind him charges

In heavenly courage:

All defeating Love.

Lies

Tell me it's propaganda, lies,

that a dog was set on a young disabled man 

whose only sin was to have been born

on a strip made hell on earth

and while his family was forced outside

he was left to die, with no one by his side;

I saw his beautiful face of Down's innocence

and wished I could have cried:

tell me it was lies!

Or tell me at least, that to call out a wrong

you don't have to pick sides,

that the good of the world --

or those who wish they were --

can unite and say, no more!

Quake

gather     all    your   friends and   tell them

hope be-   yond    our   deaths   in   living   

songs in   flair   and   fanfare       booming  

hope has   bloomed be-   yond    all   gloom and

dare  to   live     in   shade while   finds you

whole a-   mong    the   rubble,       tries  to

look for   gaps     in   prison,       rescue --

blazing    sun      to   concrete      son.