Thee of such golden virtue;
Bribes do make whims fulfill
A sordid boon.
Learn to be awareness true,
Terrene moon rose long before explored.
Curiosity to mow children down
On the lawn of Buchenwald;
Distorted minds feel power’s icy grasp
In trying to develop intellect
The soul loses all that does not carthec.
Does thee know not water brothers?
Children of the Son?
Find thee self of another mother,
Feel all others
Waterbrothers.
Pillars of virtue
Do not hold to gold.
Know misfortune, never bold.
Feel disgrace, steer a steady stern
On what is real.
Alive, grow, adapt, explore explore.
Take One, Leave the latter
And know thee as virtue grown, Open water.