THE ROARS

There is a way we wage our wars, there is a way we pray.

There is a way we cry our lungs out on bent knees, sometimes in prostrate postures, there

 is a way get redeemed. 

There is a way 

we sing graciously to heaven's 

beats, there is a way we role in the aisles.

This is the fraternity we belong to, hard-hitting, unfettered.

We speak mystifying words and they are full of power.

Stimulation lies within every sound spoken.

When we get into operation, time 

apparently loses its count.

Hear us chant  

and watch contrary plans shatter 

and devourers scatter. If you're ignorant, ask 

the saints present in the upper room on Pentecost Day