the drums thunder

 
gaze in the pools of knowledge
space itself a library open to all who seek truth
chronicle the ancestors of all living beings
it is written in the tomes of memory
nothing is ever truly erased it remains as it was
 
evolution is a true beauty to behold
a mystery unfolds on the Earth
she has already proven her worth
in the annals of history is Victory
 
magic is dutiful, beautiful, kind and terrible
but she is not blind
she sees times two
in her heart, she cries for humanity
she has infused each with a magic of their own
 
singing songs of remembrance
seducing the spirits of the air
guiding them away from her little ones
they are angry with the Earth
in their hearts, they rage for justice
she knows they are honorable
 
here is a vision--
inside the pain is the medicine to cure us of our bigotry
the source of all life is wisdom colored
things aren't always as they appear
 
the ancients attest to this themselves
the drums calling us all forward pound
sending thunder across the skies
 
shaking the very foundations of belief
we were once so sure of in our infancy