If there is a God,
Weve driven him mad with the sound
Of our hearts beating;
Seven billion pounding palpitations,
Hammering hollow screams against skin pulled
Taught across the midnight sky.
The breath of ten thousand heathen kings fills your lungs,
Ten thousand dreams from ten thousand ages.
But even now, the Living War rages.
Never have you known peace,
Though your too-short days are filled with mirth.
And even before your timely birth,
When the whole of creation
Was black-grey spaces, warm wet noises,
And the muffled cooing of matriarchs,
Existence was a strugglehard fought, hard won.
Then through the trench of flesh, you marched.
You are small now,
Still learning limbs soon to stretch,
Speaking with a tongue made soft by a lack of
Hard words, hard truths.
And you will always be so,
No matter how far your tiny arms reach,
No matter how hard your young heart grows.
The universe will always eclipse
But you mustnt falter,
Because billions of little hearts
Are beating at the pace you set;
Driving a jealous god mad with misappropriated
So stand tall,
And let the flame in your breast
Sear the stars,
For though around your world the darkness looms,
Seven billion hearts in rhythm will
One day pierce the gloom.