I gobble berries and nibble grass and stand by a brook on my knees. I lowe this water, these roads, these paths like a man overcoming disease...

They wanted to bury
   that word "peace"...

They covered it in darkness,
   in police fog,
they arrested it in darkness,
they arrested it and locked it up,
they beat it to a pulp,
they spattered it with a martyr's blood,
they interrogated it,
   and threw it into the deep sea,
   weighing it down with a stone
   tied to every syllable...