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“The Ancestors” – Poetry


Sparks fly?

Of course not.

Phantom slides are so ridiculous

The truth is never told

(Them and their monopoly.)


So gullible, yet so incredulous

And their houses built on shifting sands

The balance of the wheel goes ‘round!


 The stars are not deceived by pretense.


Darkness awaits the Light

Light awaits the Darkness

Primordial predestination rules

United we stand on the tight rope

between the two.


Raise your eyes, dear children!

Get off your knees, descendants!

Let Nature find refuge behind our shield

We are the Kingdom Of Heaven

On Earth.


Poetry Copyright © 2018 – 2023 by Ena Whiteraven    All rights reserved.


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