The following is part of the 2019 May Poetry Feature at C4SS.

I could make a color chart
For the melodies we sing
But I’m sure there’s no piece of art
For the comfort which you bring
Harmony and passion could kill a king
Tearing down these walls they built
And arriving as this being
Maybe we’re at flooded field
But the tides are rearranging

We will never fall apart
When we work against the liege
Spreading messages with our art
To make them feel our sting
Harmony and passion will kill the king
Then our freedom will be sealed
From our rooftops we will sing
No longer a flooded field
From gods and masters finally free