Burn

Burn

A Poem by Janna Ruusuvuori
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Words of power and healing.

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The kings of the ages have been burning witches since the song of time. But now the witches return to claim their place among the stars.

She says to you:

You cannot fire me for I am already burning
The pages of time are turning
And the kings are long since gone
And do not know right from wrong

Dear kings, if you cannot do your duty then you no longer matter
And if you no longer matter then you must surely be dead
As your head is filled with poison lead

And for those with the gift of speech and song:

Stand and take your stance taking out a wand like lance
Because you take up space and that is your place
To grace this land with your heart in your hand

So stand and say what needs to be said
To release the traction to fly with action
For the leaders of today are nothing but play

They have no real power in this ungodly hour
I am tired of the people climbing an imaginary steeple
Believing in gods that are nothing but frauds

It is all in your head that your lay rest in bed
No one is in control of your life but that hole
That fills you with memeing from an unseen screaming

So be thoughtful and loving instead of heartless and shoving
Find your own meaning to stop the screening
And grow like a tree that will always be

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© 2014 Janna Ruusuvuori


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Added on September 24, 2014
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Janna Ruusuvuori
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