Standing next to
That native American raindance child
I see them all
Child of the shaman
My gift is in their hands
From Nubian God's
Past Sumerian Kings
Down to the Kemetic Pharos
This world is people
It's people united
Though nations divided
Conquered we are
For our enemies have us united
In arms against each other.
The Sudanese Sundance kid
With skin as rich as dark chocolate
And lips as juicy as my cows udder
That native American raindance child
Born from inside a torn teppe
But still, it kept the wind out
Winds of change
That came to take my pride away
Winds of change
As my forefathers danced the night away
Can they see me standing here
Marveling at their dances, from with their fire
I stretch my hand to touch
Their amber bodies flickering
And illuminating the darkness of night
With wolves howling
At the call of the moon
Signaling the birth of new saviours
The raindance child
Shall dance our sorrow away
And bring much delight to the land
Lions growling and roaring
Trumpeting the birth of a child
Who shall make the sun dance
They shall unite
Fire and water
And make us one.
The Sudanese Sundance child
The native American raindance child
The Kalahari Sandstomping child
The Amazon treeclimbing child
The great Outbacks rider
Or the arctic snowdance child
It matters not to me
Where you are born
For what matters most is
You were born
To do a certain job
That no one can do without you
#Peace. 17/02/17 by erL ™
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