As we left the nests from all corners of the globe,

we can’t help but notice and taste the sweet

freedom in the green pastures

Living the fantasies of our forefathers,

Realizing the tales of the centuries,

Told by mystical storytellers and missionaries,

Perching on the thin feathers of hope in bureaucracies.

 

Trying to forget the deathly journeys we have exhausted

Picking one by one the puzzle of our root solidly frosted

Melting by the audacity to live as we ought to

Designed by the Almighty as He wanted to

Quivering by the sorrow of those we loved & left

Forming camaraderie with the newly bereft

Pursuing the arduous fellowship of the scholarly excellence

In order to build a new nest of tolerance & acceptance

 

But there are more obstacles than meet the eye

Although we seemed free to fly as we earnestly try

As we were told repeatedly to go back to our old nests

Unknowing if our voices & breaths will be severely suppressed

Because we are “stealing” the overflowing sustenance from a glorious empire

that was constructed through our rivers of blood & hellfire

A grand theft & plunder that was even blessed by the Lord

Seemingly this historical amnesia conveniently has been ignored

As you now will finally understand, “Why oh why?”

Even the birds are chained to the sky.