Xona

Why won’t you let me see, please don’t bind my feet, i only asked for freedom, consolation of his seed, a human soul or shady tree, beside these heaving beings, i sing you all a Huda, a bitter chant of make believe, for your eyes on destiny, as you wait for trains, you swarm of human need, only song remains, the dancing wound of Syria, Greece and a moonlit sea, rock of Simon Peter, Europe hear my keening, New York light a greeting, boatmen cry'time to leave', sail or enter history.