She was
Walking through the haystacks
My grand pa had announced her coming
For he had fore sight of some kind
She would bring peace in the utter chaos
She would unite
To save Mother Earth
And all sacred living beings
In her yellow sari
For she had chosen what she was
Coming from the east where the sun goes down
My grandfather kept on saying go west
But if you go east a lot
You end up in the west
Ganesh and Kali combined
Tomorrow St Niklas
He will bring her to me
Pushing zwartz Piet away
Once and for all
Finally
They hid her picture from me
Clouded her
Transformed her into a foreboding Memphisto
Screeching all hope to a halt
Smashing the insides of my head
Obscuring the hardly gained clarity
For they have powers too
Powers of deceit
Far greater than one would ever imagine
They even make you believe you have met her
That she is helping you
To better stab you in the end
Salim also helped from afar
Chanting incantations
Not to be interrupted
In his stream of thought
Truth flowing freely
In words that I understood
That vibrated in me
For she was his mother first
And we shall meet again
Many times
Even in 300 years he promised
For thine is the kingdom
She is the Mother
Of all creation
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