ode to nambassa

 when peace is in the stars

when gently wished on
though we don't know which
we wish upon: on whose whim?

how vast the galaxys
yet much love in one
fragment,also that
of hatred in one
segment: take the cosmos

train,drive the holy bus over
the fields and plains
make the flowers spurt
forth with no pain

make them satisfied with
no thirst, but leave a little
room for us: to get by
make tears not wasted

when there need to be shed
is then trusted,dont keep dry
the furroghs on your eyes
youve kept sparse,on a dream you've
slept on;that you arnt who you are

there need to be wet is
more fortunate for us yet
as is your smile always peeping
the grimmace on your third eye

keep your flock
or wander off
dont ask more man
leave that to peace

and leave it to earth and us: as
that's all we've got and all we trust