Rise, And Give No Mercy

"inspired by a reading of W.S. Merwin's Blind William's Song"

Rise from the attic where you were

tossed and callously forgotten,

take flight from the feverish mind,

and give no mercy.

Take flight, take flight, take flight.

Beat back down the mighty

giants of derision, titans

triumphing an age,

those capricious captains

who all but erased our first

freed memory of

a free born nation.

Take flight, take flight, take flight,

rise from the ashes and

smite the wicked ways

the swine have lived to wallow in.

Take flight, take flight, take flight,

soar above their cities,

take what we've become and

burn the Sodoms to the timberline.

Gomorrah our false idols,

treasured prophets, trinkets

of an unearned compunction

for sins we cannot be forgiven.

Take flight, bring light to the blinded

eyes used to scan for nothing

save what I's can take from wanting

schemes masquerading dreams.

Take flight, take flight, take flight.

Rise, rescue and remake

your fetid nation...rise, rise

take flight, take flight, take flight...

Ken e Bujold

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