The Man With a Brown Hat

I came from the islands in the Far East Where the bird of prey will rise That’s being prophesied, but I’m sure I’m not that One, for I possess not the golden rule Though, I searched for years in Lenin’s name Instead, I saw an empire fell from fame Leaving behind my Caucasian brother Watching his home town turned grey When the desperate bombed it By fate, once was a sailor with wan smile Sailing the deep blue to catch the elusive dreams Yet, I ended up alone, drinking ouzo In the queen city of the Gentiles Where I found my mortal half She wrapped me, with her love Now, I juggle my time from here and To the city of lights, to be with my bloods But my skin betrayed me One day, when I wanted to see my god Imprisoning me for hours and les bleus Were questioning the colour of my skin, but Thanks to Heaven Above, for I’m still alive Why do others can easily spoil the beauty? Of my beloved, and yet, I can’t even glance Theirs, nor taste just the smell of their soil Without being questioned Or, being stared from head to toe What if I do the same? Non, don’t panic! I will not, for I've no power to change the name of the game Maybe some day, but right now I’ll focus myself to my new found joy In the arts of writings And will keep honing my craft to perfection Till I free the miseries deep inside… Since I saw the first dawn thirty nine years ago In the beautiful archipelago Bearing the Spanish name For she was sealed tight with a fist People, unite and let’s make peace Listen to the messenger of these last days The simple things I really wish….. for all