can not let you go

On fields of harvest

Scythes in unison cry

Their marching orders unstoppable

we have a day we have a morning

its too early but already too late

we have to stop faith we have to stop time

food for the table food for our mind

we have to stop

starting a revolution

ending catastrophically every catastrophe

how can we imagine what we lost

if we fight what we have

have you heard the cry

have you seen the sky

blue and black

the hawk the eagles crows and the bats of night