One day the water that feeds
the grass
Will wash away the stain
of captivity off me
The clouds will open their arms in a
Warm embrace
Years of hurt and abstract existence
will be wiped clean
I can’t smell freedom but one day
we all might
Days can’t be bought on the free market
But they can be stolen at gun point
Trees can’t grow in a day, but we clean
out forests in mutilating seconds…
One day the water that feeds the world
will purify my soul
-EK