Ghetto Bird Flower Sword Sutra Poem by Khembottra Oum

When heaven falls on everything that is blind,
colors will appear between those broken lines.
Oh Ghetto Bird, be like the moon if you can,
in the night, let your light be the only plan.
This stillness in times of heartache and pain,
can only bring the water to the fire's reign.
If walls are crumbling and bridges are burning,
You will know that hate and evil is turning.
This is when you will be called again and again,
Take your sword and let the angels ascend.
Forever in the divine scripture and practice,
missions of dire patience, courage, and sacrifice,
A war that grips the immortal time and flesh,
humanity for the sake of humanity - a mother's nest.
The demons with weapons may end life with closure,
You will be the one to fight with flowers over.
Oh Ghetto Bird, I want so much for you to see,
that love is the end game to universe, to sea.