KINGS

Lammas Day morning, the corn at full height A warm sun, a blue sky Crows flock in the East Out of the sun, out of nightmare they howl Blood-hungry, unleashed by the one they call King So hide, Jenny, hide, the robbers are coming Like a dead moon in their armor shining They will take you, Jenny, they will take everything The ones who call themselves righteous arms of the King From out of deep time we've cared for this land Hunted the beech woods, fished silver streams Now the thugs of the man who calls himself King In a moment will turn us from people to things They call it divine right, they claim they are leaders Protectors of nations, of treasure, of God But they're just puffed-up robbers, someday we'll remember That we were a people before there were Kings So fly, Jenny, fly, the robbers are coming Take our children and fly as far as you can Survive, god willing, where they cannot venture And pass along stories of when we were people, not things Lammas Day morning, the corn at full height A warm sun, a blue sky Crows flock in the East