In South Africa's soil and timeless hill,
A mad pursuit unfolds, for quartz they still.
Are healing crystals pain they query not?
Thus, in their search, God's humble earth is robbed in lot.
In the Black Sea, Ukraine’s vessels flew,
Against the tide of wars, unseen they grew.
Their wings unmanned, yet braced for battles high,
Their flight recalls God’s angels in the sky.
Brother Kellner's soul hath flown on high too,
Into the Lord's embrace, from mortal view.
From Fox's cradle, his path was sown,
Now in the Almighty's network, he's surely known.
