Xareni

Please don’t let them see, why you have to be, so fawningly sweet, your brown subdued tone, simple soul and shady tree, hides this crowded boat, no song of the sea, only chants of make believe, blinds our eyes to destiny, who hasn't sorted bones, this swarm of human seed, given only what we know, a terrible wound of territory, borders and sunlit scrutiny, breaks what's not retrieved, these ships bear our home, hands bear sullen greetings, who will make it known, how we sail to history ?