To My Children
A battle cry
Rage on
Little one
Tell them you will not
Sit quiet
Tell them you are fire
Ash and smoke
Swole with the souls
Of a thousand past warriors
Of stone and bark
Of dirt and sea
You are earthen and hearty
Steady and sure
No accident
But craft
Molded from the stars
Laid precious on this land
It is your feet and your hair
It is yours
Gather the wind with your hands
Bring a reckoning upon
Ivory houses
Grind down every border
Set free a turquoise sky
So others may see it
And reach it
Plant a new seed
Grow a new world
This is your land
Your time
Tiny hands
That still build mountains
Of dust and dreams
Rage on
And remember to shout