fiery arrows like words
slicing  air
fell down
on our straw hut roofs

blazed us
our peaceful village, destroyed.

Uprooted, we wandered
refugees of light
trapped in darkness.

Our minds hunted by fire,
night bled stars
pierced fragile shells

we had to face
a million stranger's of fragmentation,

we carried other people's words
inside our torn identity,

we grew wild weeds on lost highways,

my vengeance traveling to far places scarring country sides
with black roads.

We searched in wrong places, a field of switch blades calling out our names.

We moved away, found an inner eye opening in a world that holds our dreams.

We went back to the burnt village, forgave every arrow that pierced us.

The Angel of the One
came back and showed us
who we really are.

Now our cageless light
is no longer seeking
what almost completely destroyed everything.

We still roam, troubled in a new way, free from fiery arrows unleashed by family we still love.

Our new eyes no longer seeking
salvation from this world.