There is much control seeking by the one percent
And much humanity in us ninety-nine others.
Since learning all the good stuff can leave us spent
Let’s forge a foundry where we can all be as mothers.
Now, a mother can be boy or girl
And can be childless or with a brood.
For these old categorizations we will hurl
Out! As we prepare soul nourishing food.
A holy gathering of purebred souls
could listen for what emits from deep within
To coax the many pieces into wholes
and light up yearnings that are dim.
Let’s think and write in ways to protect humanity
As elites dictate to us with a growing insanity.