I once knew a very wise man he said

As if there were someone who’d hear

He told of all the millions dead

The tragic forgotten years:

 

A land soaked with blood

The oppressive denied

Behold a power supreme

The giver of life with a wave of her hand

She proved to the rot who was King.

 

Along with the tides her fury will rise

But bring us a lasting peace.

The Aquarian Age

I pray for  the day

When all shall return to the seas.