Sisterhood Arrives
Sisterhood arrives with a smell of laughter
in the vicious circle of the man-machine
she carries inside the last germ of our brotherhood
When the guilt of blood remains
like a stain on our souls
and when the desert breeds
furious ants from the sand
when the sight of rivers
paints our faces pale with disbelief
when the time has come
to be better than ourselves...
Sisterhood arrives...
When the cities lose their face
in the smog of hungry cars
when the harvest burns on a pyre
to celebrate our greed
When the words to claim our freedom
are the gracious gift of wealthy men
when the horror shows
where the beauty must be found
Sisterhood arrives...
