Rise to the throne of your father
With your silver, gleaming, translucent tongue
So the Livings' song is sung
And finally, we hear the sacred bell rung
Your children never knew your womb
Stead, they're cradled by Civilization's tomb
The ache in your arms echoes their tears
Even together, you can only mitigate fears
You've seen your life unfold like Western Democracy
You've earnestly navigated all the hypocrisy
Now, are you ready to stop & see
The spot that you've found on that unseen ground
Upon which you are still sitting down
Can you speak like a crow & stay still like a rabbit
Are you filled by the sun or driven by habit
Can you see man as both: son; & dead
Can you wish to hold him in, as well as, cut off his head
Dragon King Daughter
Raise up the ocean, rise upon the water
Tim Caffery
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