idle no more | we march further for future | like our ancestors
our reality | is living in a dreamtime | of our own making
she has turned whispers | into thunder her voice sounds | people
heed the call
because we are | all related in this great world | we struggle
for peace
we must lift our voices | demand justice | for the people
she
knits love | into scarves to keep her loved | ones warm
on
the night before the day | she prayed for peace | happy for her life
Victoria
| we salute you fearless | woman of courage
we
ask ourselves why | all the time knowing there's hate | and despair awaits
a
silent snow melts | into sorry ground soaked | their precious life spilled
innocents
become martyrs | of a world gone mad | where war is response
mothers
sacrifice | their children without consent | to warmonger madmen
how
many sacrificed | in war and madness | one is too many
sorrow
cuts deep | a nation built on horror | bloody ground
can
we forgive ourselves | for staying mute | in the face of massacre
they
were innocent angels | so close to the peace | returned
they
say guns do not kill | but people do demon's work | they are the tools
her
mother says | there have always been madmen | they are on the rise
babies
are mowed down | people want to know why | truth too much to bear
a
plane goes down | dreams dashed linger there | in fragments of a great life
we
come in spirals | dancing into the world | head first without thought
we
relent on cue | commitments too big to fit | when our world's falling
first snow fell silent | tiny feathers of white light | melted
as it hit
he will always live | suspended in amber | in her bitter heart
too many years passed | she aches for the ghost of him | he is
not that man ✿⊱╮
at almost eighty-years-young | she believes she's old | then
takes on the role
the circle of life | contains all living beings | what we do to
ourselves
poets converge | joined together they share songs | on life and
living
the people move | from resistance to offensive | when they are
not heard
words
mean so little | compared to actions | love's rays are everywhere"
she stands lakeside | staring at the glass green lake | prays
for good journeys | her mother stares out windows | buscando la luna
