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Both lips of her infant, with fingers pressed intact.<br />
Baby’s voice kept coming, without any faltering<br />
Behind her finger mask, mocking her desperate task<br />
Just as if her fingers, careless of her anger, could not gag her baby, or block her babble.<br />
With divine savvy and countenance heavy, said her baby, with cheeks ruddy:<br />
Salutations to you, wearers of ebon hue, you keepers of golden vigil,<br />
You seekers of guardian angels<br />
You have kept the fire burning, with hot and primal yearning.<br />
You are the light, a timeless delight, to your troubled people, a solver of parables.<br />
At you we gods have gazed, and we are amazed.<br />
With divine attention, and careful deliberation<br />
We have considered your devoted intentions to talk to us, and hear our words<br />
We have heard your questions, we considered your applications<br />
And we have for you an answer, delivered without anger<br />
You will wait no longer, in your pangs of hunger.<br />
It goes without question: makers of steadfast interrogations<br />
Certainly deserve answers, to allay their wonders.<br />
Not all answers are pleasant, not all birds are pheasants.<br />
Some answers questions evoke, even some questions answers provoke<br />
Some questions bring answer that make you desire you posed no question.<br />
These queries you mention, fall under your own shadow, for the response we bestow<br />
Are not serenades and psalms, you seek as balms. Listen hard to these words<br />
For they bind your world. Your future is hatched in hard rocks. Your lives etched with sad<br />
luck<br />
Coming one thousand years, like a stretch of ill fears, will be years of sorrow<br />
Tears and woe. A snail separated from its shell, your people will live in hell<br />
Stolen from their land and exiled to other lands, your princes and priests<br />
Will become common drifts, and other people’s properties, cursed to obey slaving