Orison

Hearken oh mother of light Listen to the crys of thy children Who cry to you for inkspiration Hear us we humbly pray Listen dear mother of light She who illuminates the sun Our flesh is from your soil, your sons Do we even know our rights? Mother of light, help me to write Let my muse be free like a mouse That I pen down my verse like pearls So I can live while am gone Mother of light, guide our leaders aright Let our lands flow like rivers That we might have an abundance of harvest Not of blood or youths taken in thier prime Hearken oh mother of light The supplications of thy children Who needs to be inkspired To write a nation anew.