poetry
vision
breathing, seething, wondering, wandering
bruised and beaten minds are pondering
silent storm of false made promise
brought this situation on us
days and years and wars and tears
their lies have echoed in our ears
but now the world around us shaking
to our mother’s rage we’re waking
and through our weaving, giving, making
strangling walls are torn and breaking
in the shadows, in the corners
crouching, creeping, grey-cloaked mourners
lift their eyes to skies of smoke
ashes of the walls we broke
first they fear, can’t comprehend
opressive structured system’s end
but soon the sky begins to clear
and sweetly rising songs they hear
and through the shock and through the fear
the beaten boxes disappear
despite confusion, through illusion
newly realized ways are choosing
and one by one the mourners rise
with newfound passion in their eyes
through the mists their minds remember
fragments of some ancient ember
begin the dance on newborn feet
blessing earth with sacred beat
burning freely, strong and bright
the joy and love of mother’s light
and all together, hand in hand
we dance our peace in every land