Sunday, June 26, 2011
Descend in rain, despise the forgotten,
Take some, some ants just marching like their own,
In this the rain, the flood, the warmth of sea,
The waves shall terrify my youth - water!
A meeting concentrates so fast and slow,
Instead it mingles with the crowd of lads,
A revolution stands and sits from them.
My corn is bleeding out, is blaming us,
Just working hard, inside me so rightly.