Darkness entwines as beads of faith
And peace crackles with the breaking leaves
A land fleets under his eyes
But it should not have been this way
Not in the centuries past not now
Not tomorrow when the sea remains to be tamed
The land inhabited and religion to be lived
Peace stumbles among the trees on twisted
Stumps on napalmed bushes
Life is both hands and feet
And when the sky pounces up to bare horizon
And darkness recedes to the forest
He knows he must stop turn back and face his
Hunters he is not meant to break away from
Tradition

- Isnani