Pity the society
In which We cannot announce Our call to gather
For fear of greater risk to Our Collective,
To Our individual safety and overall well-being.
“I shall manifest and light candles and play music for my sistren and brethren and children and kin, but i’m not leaving the confines of my home and yard to gather. Spirit sings too loudly against it.”
We shall Manifest
Pity a world
In which We cannot encourage Wisely
In Good Conscience
In Sacred Ceremony
We manifest in light
And play with Sistren, Brethren, Future, and Ancestors
Spirit Sings loudly
Pity the people
Don’t like Our Song.