Fight Mode

I am called to fight
Roused to fierce defense
Shaking the bland shroud
that duped me for so long
    that said, you are free—see?
You’re free to choose
and you (collectively) have chosen
to step on the heads of others
while running this ugly treadmill
You have chosen
to buy what you want
for the low cost of your souls
and let the land be raped
just so you wouldn’t know.
No! I did not choose this
and no I do not want this
and no I will not let you take
my supple soul.
So I stand
Centered, wary
Charged by a line of power
Pulling an ancient strength
Down through the lines of life
Star-started DNA
Holding me steady
Source-aligned thunder
Clearly aimed, ready
I have been wakened to see through the sham
I will defend us with all that I am.


©Wendy Mulhern
December 4, 2011


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