I remember a history
alphabets of souls
the silence of the past
until today's disobedience
on salty beach sheets
processed sweat to a mixture of blood
the prewaya troops
screaming sick and shriek dying in the air
orange horizon
death dancing at the of the spear
pursue a dagger or glide with a
revealing the gates of the sky
after a moment looking at the green ground
soil is wet with blood
until now disobedience increasingly
in I remember the spear fence
which at the end is a mighty woman
dancing gracefully challenged the west wind