Sometimes I miss you little sister
your spontaneous invitations
to explore the shore and forest paths
to be in nature with a dance and a drum
you never disappointed
~
Often you floated away
having us under your spell
mesmerising as you are
with long summer dresses
blowing in the wind
always open to stories and magic
~
You are my hedonist sister
everybody loves and everyone claims
to have a piece of you
~
It makes me sad
because you are exploited
by those with big dollar-sign eyes
who don’t care about your well-being
their only interest is taking a piece of you
without connecting with who you truly are
your past leave them cold
your wells have dried up, don’t you see?
~
I wish you’d kick those ignorant bastards out
but then they come to me, spoiling it here
while all I want is
real kings and queens
caring for the land
instead of their next champagne and lobster
And so should you, little sister
I love you.
M.