Far Away, I Cry

Far away, 

I cry, 

to a land 

of milk and honey

one that lives

slowly and breathes

with the moon 

goddess of life

sower of seeds

 

Far away, 

I cry, 

to a land of 

green and silver

where the colors

are those of the 

sweet nectar bearing

children for all

 

Far away, 

I cry,

to a land

not like this one

of colors that burn

and face paced

machines that control

and devour the

seeds of Mother

that the goddess

no longer gives 

 

Far away, 

I cry, 

to be one 

with the world 

to melt in to the 

Mother of all 

free of metal ties

and zombie slaves 

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