Crippled by violence in a crippling land
We dance in search of self-governance.
"No more loneliness" we pray
While gathering tokens against loneliness.
"No more tokens" you say
With your music cascading over us.
What bliss! Our fearless embrace
Deep inside the forest's darkness.
The return of injured refugees
Healed in the mountain's privacy,
Will fill our fields and streets
With rapture and with peace.
- Matt. Meyers