Last But Not Least

Give us this day! Our daily dead! Curse the sun for this sight Lay strewn upon the ground, can we not offer humility? Breath hungry, life lost, faith starved, Can we not offer humility? Digger dig deep, feel for sights and sounds Press your ear against the earth, upon the ground Runner, ride out, against the turning tide The sun beats down upon the land set aside Foreboding fates will not cease Laying my death before me Arrows split against my hide I am everyone, everyone in these eyes I will witness the fall of efrafa I will witness, witness the fall Give us this day! Our daily dead! Can we not offer humility?