Daughters of the Moon

Daughters of the moon Ride the inner waves Dizzying heights of possibilities Crash against the stonewalled shoreline Sand-banked against change. It will take a tsunami to shift this stubborn treachery Undo the lechery of lost souls entrapped In the barbaric misery of war. The gentle moon is not enough. To move these ones. Depths shaking and quaking in outrage Tremble with the cries of broken hearts. Enough blood spilt to replenish the pumped out oil wells. New blood for old. It’s all carbon based either way. Tidal waters Gentle rocking in eternity Sing us into another way to be Rhythmic forgetting, hold the pain at bay rock us still In her motion. War continues and the death march quickens the hearts of the Mothers, And daughters of the moon. Re-arranging of current events changes history In the viewing of those who see From the dark side of the moon. The shadows give up the ghosts left haunting The battlefields of despair False glory and patriotic pride Gift the sons and daughters Promising future Delivering death. Mothers birth warriors For the corporate machines Of true anarchy. Wash us in your waves. Hold us in this place of forever Long enough to catch our breath As we learn to walk on water And forgive them their sins.