Wheels of the World Susan McKeown Me the harbinger With my foot down on the gas Driving my black horsepower Riding them too fast Losing out my cargo Flowers for love and death Smell of sick and sweetly black angel's breath And the wheels of the world won't stop for you to give us your reaction And the mothers and the lovers won't hear what you have to say Opression and anger running in the blood of my ancestors There is nothing I need but to know there is another way Strains of organ melodies O whither go my prayers Once familiar faces Chanting rosaries of flowers Watch them crushed underfoot In he dirt and rain By your guard of honour And your precious bane