We gather under new born suns,

the homes you built as gifts missing rooftops

to protect us from the elements you seem to crave.

and so We shift, shaking on skinny ankles,

to the predator, jaw opened wide–

warmth in this deadly cave, food, a reverberating

echo of welcomes.

you gave us an incomplete home,

deeming us incomplete.

We migrate now, to the beyond

you claim no longer exists for people

like us.

now that We’ve learned you’re lying

you’ve lost our meek hands:

keep your suns and broken homes.


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