Today

Today the fallen 
Will rise
As the tempo picks up
And apocalyptic plans turn to dust.

The Phoenix 
Will rise
To see her younger generations
Play safely in the streets again.

The mutilated
The poisoned
The raped
The trapped
Will rise
To kiss their mother’s womb
And carry on.

[people kiss their mother’s womb as a sign that they are glad to be alive]

The powerful and the common
Will see
Something they’ve never seen before
A new dawn.

The Makers
Have removed their line in the sand
And the ancient ways
From way beyond
Have reached us.

[The spider has stopped knitting it’s web around us]

The cast-aways
Will no longer be shipwrecked
Their bones
Will be memorialized.

On the horizon
The light and darkness
Will make peace
And the earth will cry out with good emotion.