Hitch your wagon to a star
Hymns in the middle of the sky and under the shade of trees
Hymns in the middle of the sky, where less talk and more singing are heard.
Where you will hear horses and the sounds of brass bands of marching soldiers in the country of blindness.
Where plants are thirsty for water and the oppressors grow in accumulating wealth.
Hymns under trees, where silence, and descent of revelation of hypocrisy is rife.
There was where she wrote the books describing cholera and various plagues destroying the weak and poor. Thus, are the killings of leaders the conformities of curses?
And when believers shall be praised and honored for their faiths?