The conundrum, do I vote for those who would disarm me, or those who would hunt me down with dogs?

A place among all creatures, all things,

Tenure, sojourn, a responsibility,

Each to each, all to each, each to all,

Unspecified adulation, reverence, primal, primitive…

Pagan, else is artifice and offense.

To all, to each,

Who do I think I am, you are, whence came and born on a history,

Know it or not, and belief inherited, know it or not…

Carrying it to our tomorrows, burdened by injustice,

Believe it or not…

Bluebirds’ song, the great water at Frogmore, the tide rising and falling,

My yesterdays, your yesterdays, my place in time, our place and time,

Your Time…

Children playing and singing,

Backward Christian soldiers.

Turn the tide, turn the tale.

I don’t know what’s going on, except too much is wrong.

I don’t know what’s going on, talking heads in confusion.

I don’t know what’s going on except the way is wrong,

Clear enough how we got here and who’s icing the cake.

Turn the tide, turn the tale.

No way to know the truth when everything is built on lies.

Turn the up side down,

Step out of the line, turn the tide, turn the tale,

Tell the children.

Shawnee,

May 9, 2013

The oratorio, keyboard,harmonica, spoken word, Shawnee,

Guitar, Victor Martin Granquist,

Percussion, Onayemi Olalekan,

Guitar, Seraphim Arkis,

Irene Goodnight, Vocal and mime,

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