Letters to Catherine - Thieving Irons

Don’t wait for the summertime

Don’t wait to waste the wine

Heal our troubled minds

Our mother’s crying again

The breaking wheel spins around

Crown falls to her feet

The hailstones ringing loud

This letter to Catherine now sent

Bulldozers shake this ground

Piles of earth, broken, weighs this occupation

This death by politics

Judgement by jury erased

Believe in this call to grace

Where neighbors and martyrs are saved

If we could sing our hearts out

Anytime and any place

But you never listen

Remind me again

If I could, I would

You’d still dismiss it

I see the noise in your eyes

You say «I know this is wrong»

With this we bid you goodnight

For you aren’t the only one

All these engagements we make

The breaking wheel, falling down in twilight

Breaking, still