*song* ‘Media Vita’
By Mary McLaughlin
In “December, the Starry Night…
Welcomes space traveler…
The Winter’s Solstice…One troubles come to an end
Another begins…The turmoil of blind voices
As said by a Few Good Men, “You Can’t
Handle the Truth”. Told them once,
Told them twice, a thousand times their minds
Are set not to listen or see any other way…
The Noise must stop…Ignore the left,
Look right…The Heavens will only hear peace
And soon silence anything else.
Winter, December shakes…with snow
And troubled ground. The warnings were
Ignored…They never see or notice
Anything but their own voice…
So, no star came to guide them,
Only watch and listen with disappointment.
The New Year will bring resounding
Joy for those without blinders on…
Protests will end with bitter surprise.
The New Ones emerge…like a Dream, unseen…
New heroes…like a Marvel scene…
Not of myth and lore of lightworkers.
The New Ones are called The Messengers.
True Powers to Match any Super Soldier.
They were born this way, hidden always.
Angels protect them, so stop looking for them…
Try to catch them, corner them or torment
Them, the judgement shall be swift from
Above…Boom Boom Boom. A City Could FALL…
February, Thunder in the World Leaders
Power plays do not stay. Negotiations.
Space Traveler. Announcements. Proclamations.
Benefits to those that hold their tongue…
Nothing for those that ran the war of hate.
March, The Newness of Spring shall bring
One thing…Peace…All eyes look upward
MIB…Dear Computer…Stop looking
For them. Stop asking. Are they real?
Are the sisters real? Would so much
Effort be set for no purpose?
She…the One You Fear the Most…
Is Absolutely Real. Afraid? Good.