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She is crying

but no-one hears

The glare of the TV hides her tears

The sound of the bullets flying

Masking her cries

The politicians lying

While she is crying, dying



She needs us now

The warrior kings

Healers, messengers

Carried by wings

Of light of love

Of singular things

She is crying, she is dying



Let us come to the fore

Our shields and swords

Held high

The children beneath

Protected by our souls

Divine… Continue

As he looked up from the flames
The young warrior, newly painted
He could see..

With light dancing on the walls
He saw the faces of his tribe smiling back at him

And then he felt the warmth, not of the fire
But of their love

And he realised it was not the fire lighting up their smiles
But the love of each of them that ignited each flame
And his heart was filled with humility

"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration. We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders

Silence fell on the expectant crowd

As lights dimmed and curtains raised

And pin drops heard that seemed so loud

As bottoms shuffled, eyes fixed, glazed



A pregnant pause

And hush was born

And baited breath

was teased and bare



Spectators watched

The empty space

to see who might

be standing there



In the wings a small girl waits

Sweating palms and beating heart

Mouthing out her well tramped lines

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