As the sun went down and the moon drifted high
It occurred to me the end is nigh
The end of frustration and vexation and being stamped down
The end of feeling like I’m about to drown
My breakthrough came like a thief in the night
Gathering me as the good and stealing me from my plight
I was whisked away to a Turkish wonderland
The place where I always take my ancient stand
In the valley of the kings the queens come and submit
We rise as a group and the men become fit
There is a divine order God wishes to bring
One where the martyred women sing
Of their daughters glories and freedom stories
When Mother Cozett came with a soaking rain
Religion turned to reason
The reason changed the season
And immediately the lions laid with the lambs
Peace, peace she spoke
As her poetic bread was broke
Hardened hearts of willful violence
Became transformed in the silence
From the least to the greatest they all sat and listened
As mama Cozett’s words formed like Dew and glistened
Shimmering brown skin soaking in apothecary
My words became their sanctuary
Grace to the mountains and peace to the Golden Horn
Never again will battle rend us forlorn
The time is now and it’s about you and me
The time is now see the words of God upon the sea?
In all shapes and sizes and forms
Colors and facets that break the norms
A new day has dawned it arrives expeditiously
My poetry ushered it in auspiciously
Let us sit round the fire of the Bosphorous
Let’s ingest wisdom until we’re prosperous
I’ll feast with you till the daylight dawns
Wash your feet under the stars while the prideful yawns
Our way is a new way a higher way
We can lead together on the highway
A mass Exodus due to system disapproval
Warrants that the good and fat of the land issue reproval
Condemnation belongs to those who kick the goads
Like the wild ass who takes the resistance roads
There is a better way and I’ll show you why
But first let’s sit and look at the sky
The Catalyst 
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