We live in a land where the footprints of

ghosts linger.

A land that respects its elders

and knows the history of the way.

A time when the sacred and

the profane exist in harmony.

We live in an land that follows the

traditions and bows.

A land where sprits live

with us.

A time when the ancestors are

seen with the ancients.

We live in a land where the footprints of

ghosts linger....

As I slept,

(and the bombs rained down)

My mind began to dream,

(as the fires spread)

Of warm beaches,

(while the sirens blare)

Of cozy cabins,

(then the lynching began)

Of of backyard barbecue

(without electricity)

Of Christmas Day,

(our buildings demolished)

Of our Wedding,

(overlooking the mass graves)

Only living in my dreams.

(i smile)...

When the stars fell from the sky… I knew it was over. I had ignored all the signs before that.

When the mountains all crumbled into the sea? I dismissed it! Mrs Laninham said “Bobby did you hear about all the mountains”??? I waved her off… “It happens every year Mrs Laninham, there’s nothing to worry about Mrs Laninham.”

When the skys filled with cicadas and grasshoppers and their chirps ...