Sons of Zeus

Too early for the after-world
Body fluids flow
Oceans of pus, rivers deep
Mountains cold, it’s all we know
Sons of Zeus sail, sailing on

We’re proud of every morning
Wands of death and life
If the seasons change tomorrow
In our range we’ll be safe
We’ll be round

We’re legends, murder, gold
Looking thru the veil
Of time, prose and poems
Waste, I say, waste
We’re coming early, giving late
All in the beauty of fate

Lock us up with melancholy
Cry for young ones, laugh
Feasts of Aphrodite, guru hands
Every corner making music
For our children’s graves

Bodies just shells for our soul
Empty out the bigger ones
Sail on older days, on ashes
Promise us more cities in the sun
We’re lost to your hands
Moses gun

We’ve never written our own story down
In water, stone or wind
Waking up from centuries of death
Crying for a battle, wing
Sons of Zeus, sailing, sing

We’ve heard laughter – the moon fell down
We’ve idiot kings and Burger King crowns
We’re sultry pilgrims of excuse
Was a deal you just can’t refuse

Beads exchanged for books on pain
Silver dollar for your name
What’s handwritten sleeps for years
Universal in lakes of golden tears
Unicorn seduction thru your fear
Medicine, I say, medicine
Luck I say and bless your lucky winds
Stars I say encompass all
Ships of fools in flame
On Amerigo’s shore