• Anna Brozek

Pachamama

Magnificent existence, origin unknown

Mother of mine, Mother of all

Pachamama, nourish our bones

We used to kneel unto the shawl


We used to bow, glee and adore

Limits explode into injustice

Tainted choices, spades in core

The heart always served as compass


A quiver, tremble, crumbling sphere

Now we feel her furious roar

Though we mustn’t fret, fight and fear

For night is darkest ‘fore the dawn



Broken down and humbled pace

Let us cradle, saving grace.



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