His Daughter of Survival

Child,

You have the talent

To build a life

From the ground up.

My little last-ditch effort,

And God, aren’t I the perfect mother.

For your people, His daughter of desire.

The Truth isn’t spoken as much as it is fodder.

That’s how you are a world leader.

The underground teacher.

The most privileged people

Do the best work underground

Because they can swim below water

The underbelly,

underneath your ground,

Is no distraction?

It’s the sharks they are to take action.

Holy Fire, Power to the People, the People to the Father

Remember, my love, my only son could walk on water.

Silence, you obey its abyss, though you are not its preacher.

You may be His only survived water.

So, When they are before the border,

Go outside and greet her.