Walk into the shoes of isis

You see a tear made of light, 

it floats, toward it you fly

 

You walk into a body which is not yours. a little girl, a daughter, a sister, a wife then a mother then an elder, a teacher, though you still learn.

 

The sand below is hot, though not scorching.

 

The air is warm and calming, running around with the summer's breath,

 

The sun grins at the nile below, the nile sparkles in reply,

 

The elderly sip on tea brewed in mugs of clay, while their daughters lay food on a tray, and the sons clean their farms of hay.

 

You listen to the chatter and yells of the market, to the whispers here and there of gossip. You are a stranger, yet part of every house.

 

The night arrives,

 you are hit with the coolest breeze,

 by the river, you wonder, 

as your toes in the water freeze,

 if the stars of the night could shine brighter, or sing louder-

 

for the folks by the fire place and those inside,

 they with their smiles light the night , like a thousand moons, and a million stars,

 their breaths an aurora of words so pretty, 

their giggles with an aura that makes the air so clean.

 

The fish rejoice for they live  by kemet, 

the land whose soil is protected by its offspring's blood, 

they would live and die for the land of the nile, the kingdom of the sun, purer than the hearts of its people there are none.

 

Isis, you walk by a well, 

you wonder, is this place a dream or a spell?

 a pat on your shoulder, and a grin that means so well,

you let it tell, 

of kemet, 

it is the mother, the one we need and know so well.

 

Climb them mountains, 

so high and mighty they stand and guard the land, 

as the knights of the kingdom of the sun, 

 

Adorn its ocean's waves you can never, the waves of the kingdom of the sun.

 

In melted starlight they bathe, the little babies and water fairies

of kingdom of the sun

 

Stare at the moon, it shall tell you, that kemet is a beauty envied by the clouds, for yes, it is of a beauty no maiden shall surpass.

It's your beauty, 

the kingdom of the sun

 

Isis let the wind sing and tell, 

the tales of the heroes, the heroes that fell, 

whose blood was shed, for the tiniest tear, 

whose hearts bled,for the littlest fear, 

of their freedom being taken,

and killed and smeared,

with the shame,

the shame that was feared, 

more than death.

 

They are men and men are scarce, 

listen well, 

for their hearts beat like battle drums,

when born they silently promise: we shall be, may God allow, like birds of feather, courageous and free” 

 

Isis your heart weeps, 

for the kingdom of the sun

“may it live till life withers,

till time is no longer, and life is none”.

 

Isis, though your name is a fable, 

Isis, you are truth,

though life can wreck you unstable.

Isis you are her, 

the mother, 

the kingdom of the sun

with the tightest of irons your people are made, 

never blasphemous,

never evil, 

with them no hearts shall break.

 

Grab your tea, brewed in clay, 

join them tanned folks below the moon, Awake on their celebrations and quietly join their mourns,

feel their peace if you had never,

feel their pain, for they never scorn.

 

The winds may run, the birds may venture, 

yet they return to non, but the arms of the kingdom of the sun,

 

Mother, we are your son,

close your eyes Isis, 

God protects you from above,

rest your heart Isis, 

make it at ease, 

for the land will be protected.

 

Like the sun sets and rises,

promises do as well-

may God allow-

on the lands that birthes light like a light’s well.

 

The shadows of the olden folk appear, 

the kings and leaders, 

the doctors and weavers, 

the architects and builders,

the daughters and sons, 

the rabbis, sheikhs and nuns, 

against the hyksos and romans 

against the beasts and the enemies,

of the kingdom of the sun.

 

The martyrs wave and smile,

their battle cries are heard every once in a while,

before they died they looked at the stars and figured them out,

they rose above the humans, 

through sufferings, floods and droughts,

filling us with pride,

in the kingdom of the sun.

 

Isis takes her final nap, 

readying her soul to fly, 

and her body to join the waves,

she is ready to die,

she swears on her belief, 

her God, the only one,

her eyes close for the last time,

says Isis with the final breath she takes,

“she will be safe-

 

 the kingdom of the sun”