GORI

i came down from the mountain
that once was in the union
looked north up to the border
and looked down to the museum
a man who ruled a kingdom
a hand that buried millions
save but this one city
his shrines have been abandoned
but a hometown loves her children
when all the world's forgotten
or history's been written
cemented them as villains

i went back to the station
full of outbound meditation
made it to the city
but missed the next connection
departure times were written
but the letters weren't Latin
just a littany of squiggles
on a faded television
the night train had departed
and i had learned a lesson
a taxi to the border
no other solution

i watched the lights receding
red bridge on the horizon
the taxi sped the distance
through the darkness in between 'em
the driver told his story
of the life in the region
with motions full of passion
but i could not understand him
thus ended our discussion
he popped in a tape and then he pushed the button
and we sang those songs together
singing songs of freedom

yes we sang those songs together
singing songs of freedom

a hand that strengthened millions
ringing songs of freedom

songs of freedom