Right of Passage
- The sirens wail declares approach of Night,
- Now phantom peacefulness of day is pierced.
- Eyes are cast, towards the fading light,
- The role of fear, performs, so well rehearsed.
- The stewardship of day has passed the torch,
- Will the night stay true to Deadly course.
- Brightly burns the flame of these young men,
- As specters of the streets, they claim their land.
- Held as hostage the small ones and the Great.
- the lawless ones, have right of passage claimed.
