We Still Sing Lullabies

lilac lullabies black and yellow butterflies cotton candy blue skies field and house work once idealized perfect dreams imperfectly fantasized tangled with filthy truths and honorable lies every night they listen and console uplifting the spirits of one another chanting we will not let them see our cries noise silences the chastised perseverance overcomes the spark in their eyes this too shall pass, in the end a better tomorrow lies fully aware the sun will continue to rise hope kept them focused and willing to strive mentally trapped yet conscious of the planned infiltrated compromise oppressors remain confused of their laughter it was incomprehensible and quite taken by surprise under the impression everything had been stripped from them the ancestors were found uplifted every morning still walking about lilacs singing lullabies smiling at the sight of black and yellow butterflies dancing under cotton candy blue skies