“It is a blessing for a man to have a hand in determining his own fate”. – Blackbeard
Brigitta sails from the lights to the north, she sets her self-flying it could be she’s Norse, a pirate a poet, a soft spoken lamb, the nature of politics the one here I am. Oh Iceland sweet Iceland, the leader of course, you chart yourself forward with cross bones on shores. The world at dawn waiting for time now stands still, a billion elating that new ways are real, and old politicals of left and the right, those ways that play drivel with your life and might. Those systems that sail on the high seas of old, now Brigitta says it’s time that they fold. For all human hearts are of human songs old, your right as a person makes the fold whole.
And pirates they fly on the history of soul, taking from riches those bankers of old, those unG-Dly priest that run congress of seas, oh Brigitta is coming, in soft words decreed. And children of nothing, for nothing they see, will build a new world, on the old world of greed. For take your sail flying, of Billy pure bones, and follow the Norse to Valhalla for known. And all of the world will know freedom someday, it’s not Armageddon, it’s the end of old ways. It starts now in Iceland with Brigitta the queen, and oh how she rhymes and she weans you and me. From Iceland to Europe, to Asia of old, and on to Africa, the continent of gold, and finally America, the last to see, that freedom is built on the Jurassic of me. For when a pure pirate has found his soul owned, she takes to another, and steals her old owned, and then self is taught not to be owned or sold. Oh know self is great G-ds gift for all that’s known.
Into the lights filled with green and blue, the night sky of winter alight with all clues, and Brigitta says it’s a whole world for you, will you be a pirate, will you fight for you. Will you fight for you…Will you fight for you!
For Brigitta the pirate – 04.14.2016 – דָּנִיֵּאל