Just let me direct the extermination of my former life,
I don’t want to be labeled a misfit,
I am tired of living with guilt and regret,
Struggling to climb out of the cess-pit of life,
The life I’m trapped in killed my ambitions.
Death has no music or heartbeat,
Listen to the orchestra play the death march,
Doubt is trying to enter my mind,
The first whisper is your soul speaking,
I’m a grown woman yet, I’ve never lived a moment of my life,
I don’t know who I am anymore.
No one is heeding the warnings of the prophets,
Does God hear our desperate prayers,
Praying to a God I can’t see,
But I feel the power of the holy spirit
Overwhelming me.
I came face to face with the superior race,
Communication has gone beyond words, time and space,
Corruption and injustice has become a way of life,
Thoughtfulness and truefulness reigns.
Battles can not hijack the framework of the upcoming,
Sheltering from the shelling and bombing,
Humans killing each other, brother against brother,
Paralyzed by fear,
Finger on the trigger and the nuclear button,
The world ends and we are forgoton,
Burying our love ones in mass graves;
Whilst listening to calming waves,
Sisters and brothers on their final journey,
Let us not die from ignorance,
Instead, let us grow wings,
And fly high. Dorothy Maude my life.