From the Womb of a Mother

I'm from the womb of a Mother

I am your sister; you're my brother

Though you walk so far from me

The same hand shapes our destiny

We will meet there in the sky

Join hands together, you and I

Our eyes will open and see how

The time we've wasted here and now

Was a fleeting misconception

Of a denied soul connection

We both are black here in the dark

Our blood runs red and leaves a mark

When we are cut, we feel the pain

Our Mothers cry and feel disdain

At the injustice of it all

As the world gets, oh, so small

And tightens up its angry grip

In bitterness, it makes a slip

To play the game of little boys

Having fun with great big toys

And all the soldiers, they fell down

In little pieces to the ground

Once again, nobody wins

Such an awful mess they're in

Now it's, oh, so very late

To make amends; negotiate

The anger burns within their heart

And Mother Earth is torn apart

All her children cry in pain

She, herself, cries with the rain . . .

-Kay Salady-

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