A song keeps ringing in my ears. Voices of spirits crying out. I try to speak up, but my face makes them think I’m crazy. The trees bled and the water is filled with death. Land is scorched and the sky burns with bright light that blisters the skin. Animals die off and the smell of rotting meat is thick in the air.
I send my prayers to the creator and ask to for the wisdom of the ancestors. My tongue now speaks with a language that surpasses borders. It sings a song from ages to call to everyone who stands with the mother. Only some will fight, but we all will suffer.