Rubles of broken dreams
Mount a lonely island on the emergency stretcher
Weary eyes are apprehensive
Afraid it’ll never open again
Brown wrinkle prune finger tips
Ball a fist and release, open hands
Stretch, nerves are numb of hope,
Doubting fate he followed
As a wild water buffalo plowing
Into the futile future finding false hope
Unredeemable dreams to the present
In time, where his time may be taken
Without ever saying I’m home.
Left hands embrace a t-Mobile phone
Place over his heart. A precious music box
That echo’s the melodious memories
Embrace him from half around the world
Nostalgic cloud cast the tingling chill of loneliness
On his little island, homeless without love
Hopelessness seize to grow
As the tumor in between his spinal cord,
paralyzing his entire right side of his body
For 10 months unable to lift a knife
Or a wok to cook and send money back home
To his only son, wife and aging mother
The Apsonsi flap her wings over his eyes
And brought him sight of home
Where the reflection of his face in his mother’s smile
Patiently waiting on his father’s rice field
She extend her hands to give him a lotus flower
But he is hostage of the human touch
Bound in chains broken dreams and debt
Making her intangible, the flower falls
Onto the his father’s land,
Only her tears water this land
And it is not enough to cultivate
Rice to fill their hearts full.
The Apsonsi flutter it’s wings to bring him back
Surrounded by water buffalo brother’s prayers
Embrace with worried eyes that shelter
The homeless man on his little island
Without his wife and child.
They see a mirroring reflection
Hopelessness under the wings of blessing
For his eyes opens to greet the loyal
Herd of brotherhood that reminds
Him of their fight to live for that chance
One day, they will all get to go home.
With chains broken and justice served
Dreams piece to gether by hope
One day their heart will be fill
By the rice from their ancestraland.
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That video was pretty disturbing. I wish I knew about it when my students had asked me about modern slavery last semester.
Glad to see you’re writing again