'When I look Through my Window'
When i look through my window all I can see..... is confusion everywhere,
here on earth and up in the air.
People walking but not knowing where they were really going.
When i look through my window what can i see.....concrete one way and machines on the street.
People like machanical toys rushing to the nine to five routine.
Open your eyes can see the scene?
When i look through my window in a different way,
all i can see is the break of day.
All I can see is Natures dawn, how sweet it is, good morning morn!
When i look through my window all i can see....is the creating of creation un folding time.
No rushing about to be there by nine.
Just freedom, you know, do it in Natures time.
When I look through my window all i can see.... is the day getting ready for whatever will be.
When I look through my window for the final time i hear life calling......."put your hand in mine. Let us dance to the music of the freedom song.
Let us dance in peace, let us dance where we really belong..."
By BELOVED WOMAN
WOMAN II Woman
WoMan How HAVE we come to be…..
The woman who
Turned from Goddesses to witches’
Witches’ ROBBED OF THEIR RICHES
How can that be Real?
What was the appeal?
Well,
even women bought into the deal
They were sold The rhetoric that
They were witches’ NOT GODDESSESS
Unfortunately, it turned SOME WOMEN
into WHAT’S NOW CALLED ‘Bitches’…
Witches’ ROBBED OF THEIR RICHES
that would sell there own soul,
That would sell THE GODDESSES HERBAL REMEDIES…
TO THOSE WHO ESPOUTED SHE WAS A WITCH AND PROUNUCED THEMSELVES HER ENEMEY
Witches’ ROBBED OF THEIR RICHES
But when did loving nature’s GIFTS
and knowing of its healing rapture
Turn goddesses into witches
AND create what IS now BECOME WHITCHES' WITHOUT THIER RICHES
Witches’ ROBBED OF THEIR RICHES
Let us remember it was only when Man
decided they wanted our NATURAL Powers
They set upon us and devoured
They started with hunting
and defiled the Goddesses
and quite simply started chanting
Witch, Witch oh Dreadful “sinful” Bitch…
The beauty of feminine
The Delicacy of our flowering
They Raped and tortured
Natures GODDESSESS, HER loving Daughter’s
By Sista Sledge