The swirling fog abounds.

Twirl through the raging inferno 

Of freedom, love and war.

Shrug off the past, a thousand years of hate

A key in a lock,

And the bounds spiral to the floor.

Vaporizing the embrace of hate.

A paved path of shackles

Transforms to the twisted path of uncertainty.

Nothing less than what it seems,

The mockingbird has ceased it’s call