Accord

You are your mother’s child,

You shall be left untouched.

When the weapons come, 

Quietly shut your senses.

Bear witness to trails of blood 

And the corpses in dust.

Stand stiff like a bystander,

You won’t ever be harmed.

All and more, as long as you

Comply.

Comply, Not.

You are your mother’s child.

Remember how she said

To take care of all her children?

Look up to those ancient pillars-

They still stand their ground.

You better stand your ground.

Those wrought iron fists

shall crumble to ashes like 

those they had once crumbled.

While you shall rise,

In a world of your making.

All and more, as long as you

Choose well.