~ By Courtesy of Others ~
Voices
The voices cry out to me
Those who fell in spear-rain
Giving their best deed
That our folk would be free
The voices cry out to me
Mothers whose last breath came
Bringing a heathen soul to life
That our line would continue
The voices cry out to me
lost of their true self
Swept away in ignorance
Separated from their kin
The voices cry out to me
From the wild unholy utangard
From the innangard I see
A new world, a folk free
© Jeff Wolf