Poetry

Vulcan Baby

A Vulcan child of Liberty
Is carried forward on a SONG
Is carried forward on a shout
Is carried into bluest skies.

With weather grid we worked it out,
Earth-cleaning air and land and sea
The People’s power is not wrong
We see green gradens, yellow sun.

Unstoppable, we rise in might
In voting and in stopping wars
You cannot touch our power great
Cascading into dawn and night.

Copyright 2007 Qadira from: Revolutionary Songs