Compete!
The shot rang through the glen
Scatter!
To the coast, to the four corners, and go
Ruin is at our heels
Promise is in our hearts
And now, you
Stand in the way
Stop!
The shout rang through the canyon walls
Whose life? Whose liberty? Whose happiness?
Burst!
The hallucination on Wealth
Ruin is in our streets, hope is in our hearts
And you stand in the way
Ours is an age of information
Theirs was an age of industry
We bridge between
Ours is a world of tides, a season for all things
Think!
We spin, the sun stands, and there is a cycle
Wealth mounts
The earth bakes beneath, and expands
Now!
Our wisdom, a gift
A glacial wellspring, ions and eons
Refresh, recharge, renew
And wash away
A healer, a mender
To strengthen
And remake,
with familiar yet foreign hands
In our image, reborn
Again and again and again