Ravens flutter over branching headlines of hate,
One merging into another, day after day,
The same terrifying narrative of suspicion and fear.

Souls locked inside landscapes of ignorance,
Never quite escaping the dangerous fog of lies,
From every angle the victims suffer accusations.

She, the lady of the night’s eternal truth, she rules,
For her the moon of midnight is her crown,
Her words are the words of the silent pearls.

Darkness and prejudice cannot prevail in her kingdom,
She harvests the milk from the mountains of harmony,
Drink in her sweet dance, and remember the songs of life.