The Seed (For KDH)

Do the ancient bloodlines

Even dream

Or do they lie asleep

In forever mourning of the past

No hope for the future

Given the derision of illusion

As history repeats

We dare step into the footprints

In which we could only dare to dream

Our feet could fit into

Given all the blood they shed for me

Unknowingly

To have a future

Did they forge ahead for you and me

Or was it sheerly

Survival

Did they believe in any legends

Of tomorrow

And how far have we fallen from the tree

Are the roots feeding on hypocrisy

More blood wine

Bureaucracy

That can shed no more tears for humanity

Drowning in their own ignorance

Yet they still call us s

And have our very seeds

Regarding themselves as the same

But these parasitic, epiphytic, lichen vagrants

Have yet to see the mirror

That their branches will forever grow in our name

All the worlds’ leaves will dry up, fall and wither away

In the wind

As if they never existed before

But is it not

Too much for the ancestors to endure

That the fruit is not as sweet as before

Perhaps it’s the fault of the soil

I have to believe that the ancestors toil

In their thoughts

Never at rest

Never in awe

But if I am

My ancestors’ wildest dreams

How can I put away such trivial things

When I know

That I am

The seed

And if I am buried even deeper than before

As in all the annals of history

That I may not see the sun

Aton

My God

And rise to the occasion

Of unfettered liberty

To full growth

As my family tree

But may instead rot

In the hell

In which they have smothered me

And meet with the devil

Despairingly

And with his cursed blessing

Dissolve all the roots of every tree

On Earth

In the fire

That my ancestors

Have honed within me

Because

I am

The seed

In which all homo-sapien life forms

Have germinated

-Black Queen

-Mitochondrial Eve…