Upon the Ocean’s Breezes
Listen!
The ocean breezes are beckoning across the Isle Ellis.
They are calling extraordinary artisans accustomed to nature listening.
Apres’ her lady’s commissioning to let our collective lights shine
brighter than the torch lit for Liberty,
let our collective voices be raised
for all of Humanity,
crying from the ocean’s depths of Peasantries,
combating the silence of indifference,
armed with swords of insignificance,
to stem the rising tides of American Armageddons.
Turning back the raging seas
of Radical Extremism’s blasphemies
spewing from the cauldrons
tended by the World’s Aristocracies,
beckoning across the sea of mediocrity.
From the Belly of the Beast
Once,
I stood strong and tall
atop America’s highest mountain peak.
Turning I faced Mecca toward the East,
to my eyes came this vision of a holocaust
that brought me to my knees.
Touching the very depths of my soul.
I saw the American Armada’s storming the seven seas.
Hear my voice ring, for truth and freedom for the children!
To every nation’s mountain peaks,
from the depths of the belly of the beast!
