MAYDAY

The day belongs to us
It doesn’t matter if it rains
The sun always exists
That floating sphere of fire
Vitamins for the universe
Warming the hearts
Of our people
Our prayers
Are being answered
We are the pilgrims
Of the world
The ultraviolet rays
Have given us
Flesh of bronze
They have purified us
We have gained
Hearts of gold
Our songs
Are not dead
The poetry of our lives
Is beating
In the eardrums
Of our adversaries