Learned was that race, the blessed
Consciousness teaching on a miniscule
Awaiting sunrise and sunset to prove!
Then they came, they saw and conquered
Kings of emptiness, thinking they be matured.
Far from it, further from the skies above
Digging deeper into their materialistic encode.
Truth, it will now emerge
Engrained in every sand of earth
Blossoms of hope round the corner
Wait for it, it will divinely devour!
A poem by Chriselda Barretto