Sleep

A poem in the style of my ancestors...


OH LORD OF THE DAY AND NIGHT,

LET ME SLEEP, FOR I AM TIRED,

I AM WEARY OF LIFE AND THE SUFFERING,

MY SONGS ARE FULL OF MELANCHOLY,

AND MY HEART IS FULL OF SORROW...

OH LORD OF THE DAY AND NIGHT,

TAKE ME TO YOUR LAND OF DREAMS,

MY EYES ARE HEAVY WITH TEARS,

LET ME SHED THEM UPON YOUR SHOULDER...

WHEN WILL THE NOBLE PRINCES STOP SMASHING EACH OTHER, SHATTERING EACH OTHER LIKE OBSIDIAN ON THE BATTLEFIELD?

WHEN WILL THE LORDS OF THE LAND SHOW MERCY UPON THE PEOPLE?

OH LORD OF THE DAY NIGHT,

MY SOUL YEARNS TO BE FREE,

LET ME REST, LET ME SLEEP....