In the basement womb of unrecognizable buildings once homes, schools, and hospitals

Amid the shuddering and shaking of bombs and missiles

Proclaiming their symphony of darkness and war, drowning out the whimpering of infants and pets as they seek solace on mattresses and toy strewn floors

Suckling for life itself at their mothers breasts, our 21st century madonnas of the rubble, madonnas of the basement.

A basement womb where new life grows, it’s DNA imprinted with a thirst for freedom, it’s heart beating out its own symphony of Love, Faith and Hope.

Did it take a thousand yrs to be born a slave?

Our Madonnas of the basements and rubble, our vessels of life. They birth the dreams of a thousand yrs of Faith, Love and Peace.

A choir of Madonnas invites the planet to join in the song of rebirth into Freedom and Humanity, the song written in the hearts of all mankind. The song that is constantly reborn and never dies.

by Alla Rogers, 3/21/2022