A NEW DAY
It’s supposed to be the children
Who inherit the Queendom
It’s supposed to be the children
Who carry hope into the next generations
It’s supposed to be the children
Who look up to their elders
Not down
She is a child still
She carries the torches for the forgotten promise
The promise to protect
The promise to carry
The promise to Obey
When all the children are lost
When they cannot find their ‘center’ anymore
When their songs are programmed
Their minds tied up to the machine
They are no longer yours
They no longer belong to anyone,
They no longer believe in Her
Their souls are lost
Disconnected from the divine
Their True creator
They are programmed only to follow
Men and their machines.
That’s the day Mother died
That’s the day we suddenly remembered
That’s the day the miracle occurred
But there wasn’t anyone around to hear it
Only a lonely ant ….
On a lonely mound of burnt soil
Looking up to the miracle
Of a New Day.