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
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006
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