My mother’s face

Roll this tombstone off my heart
(As blood is cleansing)
Every circle knows
Ends are really beginnings
Despair is the younger brother
Of what I have felt
And a man becomes
What he thinks he is
Do rivers fear the place of their demise
Or celebrate the birth rights of the sea?
Like the tree that has grown in two halves
But is still one root
We are all part
Of the same wonderful soul
Abandon anger
Tyranny is an imposter
All crowns
Are made of thorns
Who wouldn’t prefer a genuine rogue
To an insincere saint?
Agree with me
Greed is a mirage to a thirsty man
Power, poison!
As the sage says: Lay down your life
You do not need it anymore!
The moon is my mother's face
The circle the shape of love.