A PROMISE, a poem by Eagle Brave

                                                                                                              

A PROMISE

by Eagle Brave

Some call me the arrival,

Some call me a survivor,

Some call me the lost one,

I call myself number one,

Nine months in my months in my mom’s womb,

I couldn’t hear anything than a comb,

Now I am her crying,

I came here smiling,

Surrounded by sad faces,

Different nations, different races,

I want to go back I can’t,

I want to fight back! That’s right,

Pollution, diseases everywhere,

Earthquakes, tsunamis not fair,

I was promised a beautiful land,

My excitement! Buried to the sand,

I smell blood, nations fighting,

Innocent children, women killing,

Hunger, poverty everywhere,

I want to go back, nowhere,

I look up the sky; the sun tells me fight,

I look up the clouds, the moon tells right,

The big seas, oceans I hear voice,

Fight for your right, that’s the choice,

I say to myself I’m brave,

I will fight to the grave,

Wisdom, integrity my weapon,

My stay here is for a season.