Solstice

Everyday there’s a faint ambiance
In this place laden with transients
Where many people came to test fate and feign arrogance
Like how they say the CFA Franc crossed the Sahara when
The guns of the parisiens were acclaimed, praised and heralded
Like the era they drafted parents to go overseas for the heroin
Like when they mixed quinine and Bombay to cure malaria
And time and time again laid claim to different areas
At a loss as the climate would change minus hysteria
A brand new stake to be claimed then go and tear it up
The seraphim of death wears the banner of NATO and America
In a time where multipolarity runs the gambit from one side of the spectrum
The others been building railroads up
It’s in the air you can feel it if you just focus
The eerie stillness of death at the heels of the interlopers
The unbecoming appearance of neglect as they razed, cleared away and scolded
It’s plenty of sins to be confessed at the place where all the roads end
Waiting for the sun to shine right on the solstice

The cityscape’s an array of divine comedy and blind confidence
Built up at the end of a bay the mountains blocking in
Ruled only in a stalemate at the confluence of dishonesty and incompetence
Still running off with the monetary accomplishments
Of domination, destruction, extraction and pawning off the unresolved to grief psychologists
Hardline enlightenment solipsists that long since passed along the pathologic
There’s power in a moniker why we call it by the names of the Unangans and not “Arctica”
There’s power in a moniker why we named it a colony and not a terrarium
There’s power in a moniker why you can’t strip the terroir from where it’s harvested from
There’s power in a moniker why we say it comes off the long end of a gun
There’s power in a moniker
There’s power in a moniker

It’s in the air you can feel it if you just focus
The eerie stillness of death at the heels of the interlopers
Confronted the appearance of neglect as they razed, cleared away and scolded
It’s plenty of sins to be confessed at the place where all the roads end
Waiting for the sun to shine right on the solstice