Note: A profound thank you to Daniel at DS Productions for his impassioned background music which is featured in the audio recording of this piece.
Our land is on fire, regardless of the soil that sustains us,
Our soul is burning, regardless of the lava that cloaks us;
Our body dances the ballet that embraces us.
We are naked and unprotected bodies,
Like migrants born to conquer
The land of the unknown,
The land of the unheard,
The land of absence.
You and I are migrants,
Migrants like the sin of being.
We are nothing more than displaced bodies that seek, amid prayers,
To silence the hunger, arrogance, and abuse of those
Who inhibit our being.
We are nothing more than souls trying to give substance to the ashes that have Blossomed from our being.
We are nothing else than rejected bodies in a land we did not choose to be,
When our life, lost in the mist, searches for the light
To reach praise of the gods,
Once, our tears went unheard.
