To what shores do your sirens sing
In what spirit do your church-bells ring
Are the beaches where the shipwrecked gather
or where the pirates spread their chatter
Are the sounding towers a cause uplifting
or prompts to keep the ashes sifting
Are the songs you sing of freshest air
or the putrid smog of flatulent flair
Are the lyrics affirmed by virtues sought
or mindless blabber devoid of thought
To what shores do your sirens sing
What do their songs intend to bring
Are brave and valiant explorers called
or rouges to which you'd be appalled
Are treasures there to be deserved
or haunts to make the brave unnerved
To what shores do your sirens sing
What is the nature of their king
Are the rules and rulers meant to make
more than waves on shores to break
Or on the shores of songs like these
is there much more upon the breeze
than stagnant airs of desolate ease
like dancing winds that flow through trees
To what shores your sirens sing
May there you find the treasured thing
and in your voice of triumph sing
for all the hope the tides may bring
to the shores of which your sirens sing
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