The kemetic nobles, alchemists, diviners and soul searchers
With eyes wide open looked into the future and the order of days
Their hearts with pure understanding of the seasons and changing tides
With certainty they spoke of generations to come and great awakening
In wisdom and insight a new generation of the enlightened will reign
Without question the universe moves in rhythm to the prophecies
Written on the kemetic walls and secrets carried by the shammans
The days of greatness will come back to the rulers of the earth in a great reckoning
The direction of the wind many hold still but the seasons move in cycles still
With knowledge of self and retracing of the roots of the natives the awakening looms
Hold steadfast and listen to the voice of our ancestors that had it written In stone
Go within and connect to the voice of the awakening that lingers clear in midst of turmoil.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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