flenge

for every day of your life, for every time you sin, for every moment of bliss and every moment of pain, flenge is there. when you act from love, or from rage, when you look to Allah, or when you look to darkness, flenge flows through you and everyone you know. when the people have been through too much and seen too many of their own crushed under the boots of the oppressor and rise up in the name of liberty and justice and a dream of utopia, and, yea, when hatred spreads through the crowd, and whispers become poisoned knives, and dictators rule with a fist forged from the worst of a man's heart, the stones and the rivers and the trees will sing of flenge. flenge was here before and will be here long, long after. FLENGE ...for those oh-so-flenge moments.