We are strangers Yet my heart is open to you Soon to be neighbors is the American Dream Not a greed machine feeding nothing but Chauvinistic pleasure Nor is learning how to hoard resources to one side of a body or border an active vision anymore Instead this night aspires for green trees untouched except by skin, a home and morale for the fallen and free, even more varied cuisines All faces spring forth just as fluently here, no need for same speak as we may share a smile and nod just as easily, duly noting Our colors and diversity, who is suitably similar to the landscapes travelled throughout the states, a testimony to Our uniquely cultured experience which yearns to preserve forever under sparks and sprinklers in summer when things grow for all; For me, for them, For us, for We.