The sky cries with me.
Tears masked by acid rain burning at my skin.
Cries muted by booming clouds clashing in the heavens.
I have no savior, time and again his light is proclaimed by those who wish me harm.
Still, the skies cry with me.
My dreams were bought by a man bankrupting freedom.
My family sold by a community collecting interest.
Today I learned we are not free.
Our freedom was on loan, to eventually be taken back.
We ran from the lion’s den to the tiger’s mouth.
Like Daniel, I escaped, only to fall to my self-proclaimed saviors.
Where I was safe, I am now captive.
We ran to freedom, and found it to be a cage.
Imperialism burned my homelands.
As the fire spread we ran to open waters.
Now, we drown.