United States33° 52' 48.0504" N, 80° 25' 17.49" W
5318 Barbados Circle
FIELD OF GREEN
Myriads of weary faces challenge the fiery son
Patrolling the everlasting fields of green
Most work to nurture their young
And to prepare to fulfill unwritten destinies
The journey of the silver ladder is useless
For it is a much traveled path
Our capitalistic country is not toothless
And having little subjects you to the elite's wrath
With weeping eyes I witnessed
The clashing of worlds between two
The sun and moon are not betrothed
They're not meant to say " I Do's"
But alas the season of summer of 2002 was ripe
And the yelling of the alarm clock began
For at least a bike I had to ride afar
So into the everlasting field of green I ran
I never liked to see her out of sight
She always whispered "I'll be back"
Damn, that cursed light!
The everlasting field of green I hated with all my might!
The seasons of toil are an endless struggle
And my grandmother is slowly wilting away
But for her seeds she recharges and rebuttles
Which is why I slave away for those grades to repay
I have grown resilient and strong
Thank you for the time you have invested in me
Over the years we have forged an unbreakable bond
Ama, one day, I swear I will free you from the everlasting fields of green!!
*"Ama" in spanish is short for "mom" or "grandma"
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