Listen
Lift me up in tender hands.
I love you life, I love you so.
Patience child, why do you weep?
I weep for what I see before me.
Grievance child, why do you laugh?
I laugh for what I see before me.
Such sorrow and joy,
Which is the reigning truth?
Deities decide the royal right.
Listen child, when I give the word.
You will hear the cries of the mob,
Mingling with the tears of the innocent.
And the laughter of the morning,
To the evening of the singers.
Now. . . Listen!
