‘No man is an island?’
Isn’t that what they say?
But sometimes I wish I were.
Sometimes I wish I could float far away
From soil, from toil from turmoil.
Today I want to drift into the ocean
Away from the river of tears.
But the howls of anguish have traveled far
Too far for us to paddle away.
You do it in the name of what ?
In the name of who ?
Do you trust so little in your God
That you do what you do?
Do you think his plan so worthless that you must kill it ?
You who cry belief to the moon
Seek divinity too soon
For reasons that alter with the winds of time
You commit these vengeful crimes.
But remember this:
What will not alter
What will not falter
Is that the lava beneath us, is full of fire
And although we may wish to be islands
Although that is what you desire
You try to push us apart.
The lava will meld our hearts.