Swords down

Let's finally take stock of this

And reason with the monolith

Our campfire signals good tides

Ocean winds trading off the southern bluff

And warning that we're still here

To oversee the ragged-run and tiresome gentry

Who returned today to pillage more

With weapons drawn and overcoats flooding onto shore

Swords down

Throw in your towels and head out to sea

Good men are we of charity

Let's bargain with ancient whales

Setting sail back centuries with peace decrees

And pledging our hearts and bones to better homes

It's better said than left alone

To fester like scurvied gums with sullied words

With weapons drawn the hour before the first mate stirs

She weeps for what she's done

Six years and a hundred and one fears

For now we weep and wail

Perhaps this boat should pick its path and sail

Oceans of tears lapping at the ankles of civility

Place your swords at the ankles of civility

Swords down

Reveal yourselves, the jig is up

This armoury has had enough

As blades spoil, our hearts may mend

And aging men can kneel upon the soil again

Embrace your friends

And aging men can kneel upon the soil again