Post Number: 7
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|Posted on Friday, January 04, 2008 - 09:46 pm: ||
Oh, this strange and awesome northern star
Exalting from the corner of the sky
Hiding in itís gleam a raft of hope, of progress
Of a sense of stable ground for wayward people
Ever bound, Ever in the throes of eternal exodus
Ever searching for a promised land.
Oh this glittery, seductive northern star
Lighting up the face of those who seek it
Illuminating dreams of city workers
And the rural, ever pliant transplant craftsman.
Lighting up the promise of the shoemaker,
The steel man, barber, line cook and launderette.
Giving hope to the dice whiz and the trombone gutted deacon
Giving drive to the new gospeller and the vision strewn guitar god
Giving courage to the soldiers who gave their lives
And sometimes in the process gave much more
Oh this sad, elusive northern star
Slipping from its seekerís dreamlike grasp
Torn away from its people lost in a wilderness
Of northern tenement and cornered south sound slum
Lost, in a blood dimmed wood of gangsta madness
Junkie refuge, and gothic, morbid structures
Where hope once did reside.
Dark god of illusion, this northern star.
Much offered, yet little given in itís sky.
Yet by hope or conceit of madness,
We strain it follow it, blinded, heartbroken,
Bewildered by an icy northwest landscape
Trying to find freedom in this land