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Sunday, June 22, 2025

One Homeland For All

One Homeland For All
© Surazeus
2025 06 22

When I hear sparrows in the sycamores sing, 
even though soldiers have shot them all dead, 
I declare with endless voice of the sea 
that I support the people of each land 
against the oligarchic terrorists 
who control their countries with angry fear. 

When I return to homeland of my birth 
I find strangers living inside my home, 
so I listen for the voice of my mother 
but I hear rain splashing against the window 
and the bread she baked has become the land 
that forms the flesh of my embodied soul. 

When I search for my homeland in the world 
where my ancestors lived ten thousand years, 
constructing homes from the songs of their bones, 
I find nothing now but buildings in fields 
veiled by stories in books nobody writes 
that escape my hands on wild sparrow wings. 

When I tell the strange story of my life 
in the language my ancestors devised, 
I hear their voices in the lonely wind 
that scatters photos of my family 
across the alley of trashcans and cats 
who tell me of sadness with silent eyes. 

When the old wizard in the empty church 
drinks wine from skull of Hamlet with remorse, 
he tells the blind king chained to the gold throne 
that every war weapon he manufactures 
costs money that could fund the daily lives 
of his people he should protect from harm. 

When the sun concentrates sharp beams of light 
on kitchen garden of my aching heart, 
I ask the silent sparrows in dead trees 
if they will sing for us of victory 
against the tyrants in their towers of glass 
who charge us taxes to live on the land. 

When Ariel Spirit of Creation flies 
above volcano of my hungry soul, 
I design my destiny with each choice 
I make through principle of liberty 
to help the honest people of the Earth 
raise crops and feast though bombs destroy it all. 

When Jesus brings the sparrow back to life 
by breathing song of beauty in its heart, 
perhaps the tribes of wandering refugees 
may all return to homeland of their hearts 
though we find other tribes living there now, 
for Earth has become one homeland for all. 



1 comment:

  1. Orpheus journeys thousands of miles to find the original homeland of his tribe, but finds graves of his ancestors in every land around the Earth.

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