The earth is sweet after days on the sea
And the sun calls to us, men of the dream,
Justly taking away from the beast
This proud Roman land we are to seize.

Helmeted heads spring up from the hills
Painted signs of a machine that kills,
We know the danger that shows us the way,
We’re trained in courage, and the reasons to pray.

Quick look at the picture that’s warming my breast;
She said my eyes glowed like a wave at its crest…
How lucky am I to hold on to her light
While treading this land where savages fight.

There is a shift at the foot of the cliff,
I’m on the ground and perfectly stiff,
I’m thunder and rock, I’m frozen inside
But I strike the cold metal my fingers have found.

The sound of a form of a man falling down.
I race to him, just as I’m starting to drown
Calling for justice I drop to my knees,
So close to him, and to God, that I see

He, too, has a picture right on his heart
His muddy hand touches it in the final cramp.
The eyes of oceans soon to be dried
Bore into mine, take a last glance up,
As if to finish his dreams, as if to hail the Sun,
And I stand, alone, millions to one,
On this tainted earth in which I had a part,
Beneath the Sun of Sicily.

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