An August Wind

Our purveyor chorused

Render due care

Come and hear

I offer a quest to dare

A jungle fanfare

Utopic peak

Come follow me there

As eager sheep to the Messiah

Our trust and souls we gathered

Overthrew all downs and doubts

Like drinking beer with widened mouths

We embarked with our guide

Thrusting to a Joy ride

This much I say

For the tide

Gave us a wind

A varying hand ✋

So cruel it was not soft or sweet

Aching joints

Dancing teeth

Our eyes grew grim

Grumpy backs

Yet heat remained

To keep track

We reached the place

Or call it a spot

Unforseen lack

What a despot

Giving laws

Bent to be broken

Preaching a Gospel

In a cloak of sin

Dear Heaven helped

We were saved

That travellers need

An August Wind



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