Wither On The Vine - Hostage Calm

Something to survive

Decades of murder and maize remind

My every night

I wrestle with the thought of their return

To what will we owe our next relocation?

Tenants to their reevaluation

Of the ever-emerging «threat,»

We wither on the vine

I rise;

it does not shine

In darkness, we’re disappeared

Still evening falls

I hope my boy, he never understands

How the fields were fertile where the planes now land

The road kids walked to school

Now runways carrying the tools

They’ll use to keep them down

As they wither on the vine

I rise;

it does not shine

In darkness, we’re disappeared

Still evening falls

How we wither on the vine

I rise, but it don’t shine

No, it don’t shine

I remember the path that linked each home;

Though the road was narrow, it was ours to walk

You had no right

You had no right

And you still don’t