NO ALIENS, BUT ALIENS

dedicated to my siblings abroad

We all are sons of the earth,

And sure no aliens here.

But even plants to grow

All rely on favoring ground.

And also men for rise

Have to regard their homeland.

You’re white

And I’m brown.

You’ve got your family

And I’ve got my own.

Your world raised you

And my world raised me.

You feel with your soul

And I feel with my soul.

We can change views

But we can’t change souls.

So we’re aliens on ground.