I Feel Like The Sea-Gull

I feel like the sea-gull That wanders the ocean-waves calm or tossed With tempests in mid-Ocean or sea-shore: I am the sea-gull That with parched throat Cries his piercing cry across the landscape Where sea and sky are only and they meet In my lone call: I am the sea-gull that protests And speaks injustice and its pains And that is why My throat is parched – yet I am free Free in my flight across the air Flipping around my wings; moving Flying miles and kilometers moving Flying near to land as much as can I For I must bespeak – people must hear me. My call I know will pierce And the hearts That lie now frozen by unjust hands Will feel the warmth of summer in their innocence Their throats no longer will be parched Nor will they thirst But by the springs of paradise will slake their thirst: And they will have justice. And the earth will flower again, no longer groan Under its burdens And I And I, the lonely sea-gull of the ocean-winds Will cry my eerie cry no more My deed done my heart can break And I The lonely sea-gull will float Float speechless on the Ocean’s bosom to the skies.