Come, follow me

Cities would dissolve into groups,
There’ll be no language of the tribe.
The war would harbour different troops,
In blood many names would transcribe

The sins the fathers committed
Have dug the sons wide and deep graves.
The clan agreed to be misled
So the free born will become slaves.

Mothers have paid in screams and sweat,
There are prayers without answers.
If it rains, the ground will get wet
As music attracts its dancers.

Some of us have been called before,
Given crowns our heads couldn’t wear
This time, it is right to ignore,
That is a way to follow fear.

Leonell