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.

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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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