It’s early – the dominant sun rises, giving a growing warmth as the urgent seeds dive deep and the faithful sower dips his head, dips his hand on repeat and sweeps his graceful arm away from his small stomach, from his shrinking satchel, trusting the seed to the sun and working his way back to the feast.
you leave your home because of oppression and in your new country you flourish, doing well in this life
generations on they have forgotten your struggles as they learned hate they have forgotten their origins as they learned what it is to be the xenophobe to be the oppressor
to see your triumphs tarnished
you begotten fortunates taking all you have for granted slanted views, courtesy of that you've been taught so some say it isn't your fault but we know better, eh? all your wealth could not stuff the gaping maw that your soul cries out to fill and so this is what you reap when seeds of suffering do you sow
The sun is shinning; I can breathe • The moon is waving; I can sing • The night seems to scare me so I'm wide awake • The day claims loneliness so I'm hiding behind these shades • I want to be your favorite color • Yet I am so gray • Sing with me • Lets talk in depths • Sink into one another • Dream in our color • Live in a coloring book • But we still breathe in the loneliness • While the moon makes me dream in the view of you • I'n singing in these moon dreams • In these themes our moods are broken our hearts sowed at the seem