she's a melody inside the prophet’s dream
her song is often the nightmares of the kings
colonizers superpowers reichs califates
with blindfolded eyes in the city gates

from the slave quarters at monticello
or on the caged border - look what we fell for
with the congolese children in the belgian colonies
or the hebrew slaves under the scepter of ramses

belshazzar like kony like leopold
jackson cyrus cesar or nero
forever weighed in the balance and found wanting
blood cries from the ground - haunting

a whispered melody on a child’s lips
detained in the hull of a cargo ship
from a cherokee child on the trail of tears
her rhythm lingers prevails throughout the years

softly in the midnight air
sometimes i can hear her prayer
she sings to turn the tide and dreams
of justice like a mighty stream

it’s the same empire - it’s the same disgrace
This unholy spirit with a new face
inside a new host body under a new creed
the carnage corruption the same greed

like pax romana at the edge of a sword or
with toxic tears to flaunt law and order
like babylon of old it’s the same beast
maybe pax americana is a fake peace