Energy centers—potent
Dispersed to cardinal points
Creative genius in her midst
Roses shooting rapidly out of concrete
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Inspiration for the masses
Scientific discoveries
Music touching the very soul
Revolutionaries, told and untold
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There’s something in the soil
Or is it in the air?
Her culture, an icon for the world
Her sons’ and daughters to share
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Wood, water flowing—abundant
Mountains the world to treasure
Herbs for healing nations
Endless fun and pleasure
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But not all her genius uplifts
Evil flourishes alongside good
Blood runs freely like her rivers
Words, to the bones, bring shivers
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Loot up for grabs, scammers aplenty
Hearts devoid of love—just empty
Future in the green isle looks grey
Urging the next revolutionary this way
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Yet they are all here already
Hidden behind scowls and iron
Viewing mere slights as an offense
Waging wars with deadly weapons
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But there’s a zeitgeist a-coming
The opposite of fear and dread
This egregor’s days are numbered
It’s the dying cry of a dinosaur
©️ Larisa Monaé
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