Ancestral Ghosts

by | Jan 1, 2009 | Poetically Correct

Less than programmed
Wild our kind
To civil authorities
We’ve lost our mind
But it is patience
Compassion and game
That set us apart
We have no shame
Your touching lies
Betrayal and religion
Has created our kind
An immortal condition
See you fear Death
We see it as a phase
We regenerate
We don’t count days
You are your own enemy
As you reason out reason
We breathe the Creation
While you name the season
Step away! You contagions!
You parasitic Beasts!
We see the jailed freedom
Now your power has ceased
Under all countries
Under all gods
We shall never delay
Nor spare the rod
We control the matter
And what matters most
We are your ancestors
We are your ghosts.

Ciera S. Louise c. January 2009/rev. July 01, 2009