LLEWELLYN MCDONALD
If not you, then who?
If not me, then who?
If not us, then who?
Masters perished their own kind,
Masters don’t want minds to bind
Slaves like ants to their queen
I have wondered where have Mother Earth been
Time waits for no soul, but it waits for time
We watch the Sunrise and fall
We watch the Moonglow and disappears
Super-beings, super-natural? Yet we still breathe,
What am I to you?
Who are you to me?
Who are we to them?
Different races, the same pain
Different ways, same heartbeats
ISMAEL MANSOOR
We are that which come from us,
Like a comer to a face thus,
A no-way to a way for a pilgrimage,
Neither a fake doer nor a fake actor,
That all things in them such a great liar,
But we must sheer our mage
That every human shall face themselves
Like how an intelligence with a self
But also should the miracle be with us
Thus can we be true to face all of the fuss
LLEWELLYN MCDONALD
Ashes scattered as it mould memories
Whether it has been recent or centuries
Advisers become commanders
Spiritual healers become doctors
A mind of an offspring could wake Mother Earth
Knowledge absorbed in the womb and gave birth
ISMAEL MANSOOR
Then hitherto that heather to us in mind,
Go to the promised inner of ourselves,
Then thee and I unlock our books on our shelves,
And He who watches us all there He comes to wind.
