Margery

Margery I am a wanderer

The ocean is my home

In the green saltmagic of the sea, and

The mysteries of sand

There are supermarket maladies

A sickness on the hill

All the good men are in prison

There's something wrong somewhere

Wisdom hides in bullets now

Friendship in a sneer

And I must find out why

Before I come back here

A friend is in the army now

Another is in jail

There is a blackness on the land

Nobody is well

Margery, oh Margery

Everything's in chains

Everyone is blinded to

The sanctity of change

Margery I am a wanderer

The ocean is my home

In the green saltmagic of the sea, and

The mysteries of sand