When I wake, I wake by the brook,
To an untamed thunder,
And the northern flicker flash about
as the soup in the sky grows thicker.
But I tip my cap and curtsy, and I take no offense
Because there is no hate in your darkest cloud, no ill intent.
Yet there is hate all around.

On its hind legs, rears this storm, and the pines bend from its wily sword.
Yet there is no war, no war,
No quarrel here at all.
And the deer shake in their hooves and shield their fawn.
And when the rain comes, the rain comes.
No judgement falls.
Yet there is hate all around.

There's a rusty prick in the tall grass,
Where the barbed wire waits for a blind horse in a gallop and its sealed and sudden fate.
There is hate in the grip of our human hands.
There is hate in the grip of our human hands.
There is hate in the grip of our human hands.
Yes, there is hate all around.

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    General Commentwow.
    drmnon July 05, 2008   Link
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    General Commentracism? idk..

    this band seriously is the best. its so unfortunate that its hard for them to be heard by everyone.
    chuckles1992on September 07, 2009   Link
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    General Commentdamn, this is so simply yet beautifully put. what really sets humans apart from nature is our hatefulness. nature is powerful and sometimes frightening but innocent.
    andthesoilxon May 07, 2010   Link
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    General CommentI think he's comparing nature's dark actions to our own dark actions.......there is no hate in what nature does, it just does what it does....it doesn't judge or try to quarrel while we do sometimes with an intentional malice.
    Cyberghoston April 22, 2011   Link

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