...In a land where I
used to think was
home
Good men were
and still are
forced to the ground
if not bribed
to worship the acrobatic idols who
mock the concept of gravity
and the wives are forbidden to
dream
and weave and to
speak in their native tongue
and their children...
The children are
locked up in caskets
to be buried alive
beneath the sins of the system
they never understood
And sometimes I wonder...
I wonder
if the rice fields
will be fertile
again...