She's a melody inside
The prophet’s dream
Her song is often
The nightmares of the kings
Colonizers superpowers
Reichs califates
With blindfolded eyes
In the city gates
From the slave quarters
At Monticello
Or on the caged border
Look what we fell for
With the Congolese children
In the Belgian colonies
Or the Hebrew slaves
Under the scepter of Ramses
Belshazzar like Kony like Leopold
Jackson, Cyrus, Cesar or Nero
Forever weighed in the
Balance and found wanting
Blood cries from the ground haunting
A whispered melody
On a child’s lips
Detained in the
Hull of a cargo ship
From a cherokee child
On the trail of tears
Her rhythm lingers prevails
Throughout the years
Softly in the midnight air
Sometimes I can hear her prayer
She sings to turn
The tide and dreams
Of justice like a mighty stream
It’s the same empire
It’s the same disgrace
This unholy spirit
With a new face
Inside a new host body
Under a new creed
The carnage corruption
The same greed
Like pax romana
At the edge of a sword or
With toxic tears
To flaunt law and order
Like Babylon of old
It’s the same beast
Maybe pax americana
Is a fake peace
Softly in the midnight air
Sometimes I can hear her prayer
She sings to turn
The tide and dreams
Of justice like a mighty stream
