{ISIS HEALED OSIRIS}
THE SOUND OF THE FYAH THAT THE WARRIOR SPOKE...
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She reconstituted me from the broken parts of I she found lying scattered and torn.
I coalesced a king in her presence...
Manifestly... Seen?
My dry bones gaining sinew as I stood in the valley among the other bones and began to speak.
I told them of her glory and our subsequent fall as those who wanted her beauty invaded our country
introducing disease, pestilence and religion.
She stood covered in our blood and shame as I reached down and touched my brothers bones and they grew a heart, skin, hair.
My tears fell and from them grew strength like green grass.
Fortitude as likened to the mighty Boabab tree.
My words became the fire that forged nerves of steel and sharpened the blades of tongues.
Made them razor sharp in the hands of a mighty army as from the valley floor there went up a great roar.
The earth breathed a sigh.
She having made it through another millennium... Her sons had arisen... The skies opened up and the sun shone on this most glorious day.
A standard fluttering in the breeze as hue-manity stood in rank upon rank... Shoulder to shoulder and rooted in solidarity.
She stood watching as the dust swirled and they departed...
Rain falling and washing the blood and shame away...
In the face of them regimes would fall and her heritage would be safe...
They would become kings and she...
She was queen.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
