Prayer Mode... Poem by Aleksandra Szymanska

I am the daughter of Maat… Deep motion of justice rages through my veins.
Let the justice for deep misery be done, I am here to heal the pain…
I am calling the mother of stars, her power of conceiving each season,
let the justice for deep misery be done; be found and gone, wrong reason…

Order, balance and strength have been dancing round my fragile, empty hand…
Maat sees through my eyes, touching things I see with her wand…
And with feather of her truth I shall write about the shame
caused by greed that bows to its deity - the unfair, dirty game…

No one can escape their deeds - they've got weight which pulls you down,
whether you are wealthy or poor, an ordinary man or a clown…
If you shatter others' lives, in some time all will be averted -
when you least expect it, your life into chaos shall be converted…