Che

The thunder of the drums
beat thru the jungle of choice!
I see a fire in your eyes
that tells me that death was a melody
but here, now just a dreadful noise!



Revolution
was an evolution
of all the pain that you saw
of all the pain that burned through
history's thumping heart
The history of your people.........
The history of you !



The solution
to this pollution
and the weary hunger of your people
must have left a question burning deep
a question that was tatooed to your soul
and an answer...........
until this is over I will never sleep!



You have slept now, my friend
not a choice of yours !
but of the turning heavens.
and your nature is a moon
in the hands of destiny as she unfolds
the tao of humanity