Country

The people spin
The anchors loosen
What was, has gone
Concrete crumbles and falls

The Blessed people leave
The road of wisdom darkens
Where is hope, life, joy?
Towers will not reach

Clouded choices
How can we speak?
Is there wisdom to be found?
Does the designer speak?

Words of truth
The blind cannot hear
The hearing will not speak
The designer calls

Longing persists
The city comes, becomes
We must speak
Recover