The Political Change.

Upon reach out we crossed the rocks of time

Stood our belief in shining brew were it now

thus came to being I ran upon the rocks bearing 

no spilt cargo my wear I stitched in tow in raft

By God R still in hand heart legal clarification 

All but hearing through hollow horn there about

Your outreach the other age of wisdom but on the

wall appears broken red clay of soil the first line

fell the length toiled cast of millions have come

to the door step I am in red haste before the fall

and tow of coming walls what will remain cast a

shadow becomes a save all in all we came in the

the soul of a shoe liken to Columbus but earlier

in deed and claiming perceived by Geography.

But religious differences are the crucible thorns

We remain faithful with sword shield bloodied 

nearing to one’s threatening cold selfless menace

stated end said in unglamorous delusion borrow

A lain cane in reason to mark the other in visit to

Sputnik days as such our names are in the wind

Where and when God led our churches.