Stretch and groan but keep 

going on and on reaching 

for the sky til dawn 

Capitulate to 

capitalistic desire 

for useless objects 

Twisted history 

turns murder to martyrdom  

for modern payoffs

Ghosts of the keepers

of the stolen land remain 

to admonish us 

Bereft of belief 

except in the almighty 

dollar you pray to 

Last legs swept under,

lost at sea, to become tides' 

eternal plaything 

The mist won't clear but 

instead only deepens and 

forces blind entry