In these dark, crazed and often turbulent times

We have turned our minds to more wicked rhymes

Violence and anger of every kind spread with persistence

It somehow has gotten to the point of pondering existence

Or so it seems as we watch the round the clock news

Echo chambers most often filled with dissonant, ugly views

Some seek to turn and transform the ways of humans being

While others seek out quietude and life’s deeper meaning

Others frantically tossed by a world that wantonly injures

Seek out the shamanic presence the singers conjure

There in that sonic depth of constant reverberation

Was the feeling that grooved our needed regeneration

Bringing to us a simpler, beautiful message of truth

The words of a poet’s soul as unrepentant as our youth