A safe place.A womb a sacred siteTo worship and workOne must create within.To be clergy,And take reins from the rainsThe sand and the dirtOne must first riteAt the altar of the treesAnd right the wrongs of other ritesTo pillage, to sow the desiresOf man-made sinsA suicidal ideationOf greedAnd hapless victimsCaught in an endless webCaught in…