Fire burning , Souls churning.
reaching for the sky
PLEASE, hear my cries.
Black and Grey skin, charred from the sins of others
Don’t we have each other?
Where is my mother, my brother?
As she circles in the darkness, to find the warmth of another.
Screaming to the Creator
Please, why Hate her?
broken lips, and eyes turned to stone from what we witness. Frozen in time on a picture.
mouths gape opens for miles
Stretching the vocal cords for those on safe land to hear them.
And in the safe land, we turn on the screen
Fine wine and dine
Mouths filled with steaks
Strong poses, of power and beauty, and makeup, and glamor.
Here, there are long breaks by the sea,
Sickly serene.
We want the world to know our story,
It’s what fills our desires, and who we want to inspire:
the people that walk amongst distractions as if they were jewels of the eternal enlightenment.
We push away the:
Cries.
Swipe.
Deny.
I refuse.
Action continues,
I will not lose.
The pleas of anguish channel through me
And I will never wager or faulter,
We hear you baby, I hear you. And your mother and brother are in a better place.
Better than this place.
And I am the mother of tomorrow.
So don’t be in sorrow.
The lost are always welcome in my arms.
Because I will be up in arms against the darkness, she is circling in. It will come to an end.
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