Do you hear the singing
Of those who have gone
Before us seeking what
It is impossible to find
In this land of darkness
Populated with the blind
And non believers of this
Human kind removed from
It’s true nature in prisons
Defined as homes for safe
Keeping the body and mind
That separate us from that
True path to find the self
In definition by those in front
And behind that give us true
Meaning though we be unkind
To their memory and consideration