I saw a lady weeping in my dream.
Though crowned, was not a monarch nor a queen.
Things right and wrong her ancient vision'd seen.
From what she said it seemed that she should be
The housewife of a diverse family -
A melting pot of personality;
One child counted distances in li,
Another'd crossed the trying eastern sea.
I asked her what made tears fall from her eyes.
She looked to me and gave a weary sigh.
She said she'd taught her children not to lie,
To never without reason scream or cry.
But now they screamed and cried throughout the night,
Throughout the day with one another fight.
She sought to show them back into the light,
But differences had blocked their childish sight.