The Invasion

We are the children
       filled with fear and living frail
The fabric that surrounds us
     is thin---a veil, not armor
Behind this veil, we shape-shift
   hoping to elude the enemy
But there is no escape
   from the world they have made
They will always come
   with their guns and their tanks
       …trampling over us
There is no safe place
   protected by enough talismans
       to ward off the world


She stands in front of the mirror
   …razor blade to skin
It is a time of war
She knows this
   as She carves out Her face
 “I am not weak inside,” She says
“You will not violate me
         as you once did…
         uprooting me…
               leaving me exposed .
There is metal
   beneath this pliant flesh
See the gears turn against you.
I am not weak inside
My rage is bigger than yours.”
The blood pours down Her cheek---
       red war paint.


She gathers up Her children
“Let Me face the enemy,” She says
She inhales deeply of all
   that is around Her
Taking in trees and sky
   and the strength of all creatures
Calling out to
   every woman, child , man
     … to every animal that crawls
                     walks, swims , flies
                               through the skies, the water
                                             and the land
To every breathing thing
   ever denied a voice,
She calls out
Her voice resounding--- 

OM KRIM KALI
KALI OM *

All around her, the purifying flames …
                
              
OM KRIM KALI
KALI OM

She rises--- a crimson phoenix
       from the burning embers

OM KRIM KALI
KALI OM

She reigns here now
Her face carved out of pain
Life come from Death 


We are Kali’s children
Safe from the enemy
   and the sounds of their guns
             and tanks as they raze
                             our land
We no longer scream, wounded,
     as we flee the conquerors
      

We breathe free
           once again.
Our home is 
         a sacred place

OM KRIM KALI

 


*(chant of Kali, Goddess of Death and Rebirth)


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