Hailed Destiny
BY M.K. RACINE, PHOENIX, ARIZONA
I'll never forget the children of Zambia....
Sand and wind surround you; dust shelters your face,
You hide your dreams between your hands, don’t let them blow away
Tightly you embrace them, to take as your legs flee
What burns inside is not pain, but a life we cannot see
I’ve come to witness your ghosts, to see with my own eyes
A life at rest, a soul that seeks, all lost within mute cries
Hide your heart beside mine; don’t let it face the day
Without a love, without a breath; among life’s cruel decay
don’t’ let it take your future
your spirit it won’t feed
for the hopeless there’s no cure
but a wound that lives to bleed
I see your prints on my path; too close to fall behind
Hide your past existence, to find flesh of another kind
When your stomach hungers, you’ll seep beyond the weak
Your bowl will brim with new life, where dreams will stand to speak
fade into your future,
a want without a need
you know your pride is pure
for you live as you believe
I’ve seen you in your darkness; I’ve followed your eye’s light
Not everything I offer, is worth your sacrifice
Reveal your nestled being, to you and your own world
You are not a child; you are not a boy, no longer a young girl.
step into your future
strewn about with seeds
what you will endure
follows your own lead
Our vision has been altered; apparitions need not float
Hailed destiny pulls softly, awaiting your approach
A legacy still lingers, lost in phantom misting swells
But you stir within my vision, and there you’ll always dwell