Man-child what did you see A portent so sharp If the sky turns dark May the facts still be stark When only ashes mark the birth of fire Feed the burnt soil On your bended knees
What did you fail to see The distrust came over us It was our loss couldn’t come across From a view drawn in sand I am that I am Has sent me unto you Man-child what did you hear A voice crystal clear If a bitter end draws near Will words alone wet your lips No imaginary force Yet ciphers to a great accompt Free state volunteer