Sun

child of heaven, hear my voice
listen to the pleas, 'o my underlings
you bring spring, to us things
reason, doubt and choice


tattered shoes grip the soil
green garments, yellow cap
life, from which we wish to take naps
let us burn off this mutual coil


flaming orb, similar in skin
in this way I feel shame, in fact rather
brothers 'o colour kneel before each other
fiery tongues infest us, till dry,and furthermore thin


the sanctuary of night, I repose
my head, held low, give blatant sighs
starving, the seeds of offspring, show them bony tighs
and could probably silence their whines, I suppose


child of heaven, hear me say
the sky you make grey, like wine
your crimson drops and my feet, intertwine
little is much enough, thats all I pray