Vera Sola - The Colony

I found myself a new world
sailed around its ring
I wrought myself a country
and I crowned myself its king
I made myself religion
carved christ in ivory
I deemed an airtight Sunday
to justify myself all the bleeding
I clawed myself a nation
and I've shopped its waterways
I crack the dirt for smoking out
rhymes of energy
I gouge myself a pipeline
and I dig myself a mine
I take myself a forest
to sap the growing up of your shrine

I've halted ghosts from dancing
swept the prayers from the last ones left
I kept the drums from breathing
it's I that warped the blanket's web
I that warp the blankets weft

to speak in some such candor
I rip from the condor's wing
I feed on loving bodies and take
the land from them to stanch their living
take the land from them to stanch the living