Chief Id sat reading.. reading holy text.. fireplace burned in his home.. warm love his own good mix..
Probably a good man.. yes I would bet.. were he living.. still giving.. Christ would be among the best.. best man who I met..
Words from prophet Mohammad.. words old Moses read.. Id knew from new stories.. a deity was said..
In the time of Romans.. in the time of kings.. in the time when royal blood.. violent to song sings..
Still they searched.. were killed.. prostrated.. still they held a song.. that mankind can survive with nothing harmful.. nothing wrong..
Id walked to a cabinet he would rarely go.. poured a glass of Bourbon.. sipped thoughtfully slow..
Turning saw his father.. then a line of kin.. down through ages pages.. never mind the skin.
Chanting moved back and forth.. dance he did not know.. one that took him to the place.. abstract yet it glowed..
All tongues are understood.. each sunset.. each sunrise.. these men knew a true heart finds measure in the eyes..
‘Toast you brother Moses.. Toast men of I Ching.. Toast you Confucius.. with your words that sing.. toast you Mohammad.. toast you Christ of Trees’.. Damn the souls who live destruction.. by their bloody knees’..
Thought for this day.. ‘Song is answer to most things for me.. there are some who never have the privilege.. for those unfortunates.. those who seek conflict.. who cannot survive without some victory and know nothing of sport.. I wish you happiness.. for Peace’.. Tony for all living things.. 🙂