Aghadreena, leader of the Queendom of
Earthly Bliss and her disciples,
clad in different shades of green,
gathered in a meadow
under the canopy of cloudy skies. They
held hands in a circular formation.
Together they repeated, “Mother Earth,
Mother Earth,
how great you’ve been to us, how thankful
we are to thee.
Grant us all your love, so that we can
sustain you.”
Imprisoned by Willoughby, the conqueror,
Aghadreena and her disciples
wore the clothes of “heretics and sisters
of evil.”
The wrath of the conqueror brought forth
overwhelming grief:
wars of destruction, financial ruin and
hunger. Willoughby’s unfettered power
corrupted the domain of the sacred
mother. In the vast ocean of space,
Island Earth felt lonely and helpless.
The spirit of yearning for the Queendom
days of peace, happiness and prosperity
refused to depart from the realm
of the sacred mother.
A group of men, The Poets of Nirvana, demanded to Willoughby the release of
Aghadreena and her disciples. Willoughby,
a lover of poetry, thought deeply
about the group quoting the words of John
F. Kennedy, “When power leads
man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him
of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man’s concern, poetry
reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts,
poetry cleanses.” Haunted by the awesome power
of these words, the
conqueror embarked on a journey of soul-searching. Mother Earth was basking in
the sunlight of hope.
