The Loss of Cleopatra

Cleopatra where are you black mother to hold and comfort me in a world where dreams of Children in gaza rip at my soul so destructively.
In a lobby as God holds meetings with facualty on wether I should be struck down for blasphemy in my lack of faith in whether he actually.
Whether he actually does care, or does he sit there in some Golden Chair acting as if he is unaware of the millions of children cimbing through clouds with young wings and halos that float over nappy hair,
I hope he is unaware And if he is aware I hope it all has reason, You know?a purpose.