My daughter, do not let your pots and floors shine brighter than you Dust if you must, sweep if you want but do take the time to kiss the love of your life and the delight of your heart

Like an exotic bird with very tangled feathers that just landed She walked about swathed in clothing that was always a riot of colours

How does this universe grow? Was it birthed by the big bang or was it a divine thought throughout?

What universe is this, that beckons humans of late? Where we exist, but as avatars And our heart beats sound like streams of code? This world where up is down and false is true

In Congress halls, they joke and fight, They strut and preen, and show their might Their wealth on display like a peacock’s feathers Just as vain but with time it too will wither

I ask my child, I beseech my child To sit close to me and hear me well,

There is a strongman against whom none can stand Made by God specially for the mortal band Created to ensure that the strongest of us is faded The loveliest of faces is jaded

Mr. God, I've got questions for you, So many to ask, where do I start, it's true.