It is a quiet sky
Blue with longing, clouded by silence
The distant mountains hazed to purple
Light, free of cages, burst through the clouds
An instant, it is over and now the world is no longer quiet
Ruptured, heated and hot wind lashes the air
Quaking the earth, the tremble begins
louder now, louder now
See the upheaval and the burn
the world engulfed in blaze
and we call it what we will
We call it liberation
But liberation is not freedom
We call it civilization
But civilization is not freedom
We call it what we will
But we do not call it what it is.