land of enchantment

a change might come if nothing more is said
anger and joy combat to bring us gain
throughout this season there's a weight of dread

you felt the breeze touch gently on your head
and so much then was needed to explain
a change might come if nothing more is said

those days when shadows had the heft of lead
are gone and we won't see them here again
throughout this season there's a weight of dread

beyond the walls the messengers are sped
to places that have known no angry stain
a change might come if nothing more is said

we know that no one here speaks for the dead
and in the orchard not a one would feign
throughout this season there's a weight of dread

without much eagerness we eat our bread
no knowledge now is left within the grain
a change might come if nothing more is said
throughout this season there's a weight of dread

for bastille day

a raft of centuries beneath the gun

enough we'd think to leave us without name

or make us all the sort you'd want to shun

eager to suffer not ones who would claim

to seize our places in the rolls of fame

not by ambition far less by design

we stand in place and go not out of line

your thought of us is as a plain mistake

and agents of a slow painful decline

but when we stand the world itself will shake

 

you think of us as merely made for fun

beings whose nature is lacking in shame

mere creatures of the torrid tropic sun

you do not want to give us too much blame

our greatest actions don't deserve acclaim

that's what you say and slavery was fine

to liberty we should not yet incline

and in the servile tasks a while partake

to be in bondage for our sort is fine

but when we stand the world itself will shake

 

of gentle qualities you say we have none

and your desire is to make us all tame

a worthy task you think and easy done

if you could only teach us proper shame

and learn to douse our anger's ready flame

so that our strength would with your wit combine

and you could rise above us all divine

the universe in your image to make

all of the stars in your name to align

but when we stand the world itself will shake

 

prince you have looked above us for a sign

that you could our natures with your chains confine

but hearts and bodies do not simply break

you think us just another sort of swine

but when we stand the world itself will shake

maybe so

so much of what we know ends up in earth
no common choices but the sign is great
and all of us seek to accomplish fate

the words are stolen true but not the worth
each heart is full of filth but clean the slate
so much of what we know ends up in earth

those who know nothing have not seen the birth
of a small animal or a huge state
the work we find will not give in to hate
so much of what we know ends up in earth