He travels like a bird

With wings that take him far But his feathers fall everywhere And settle like a scar

When he lands he’s worshipped

A king upon a throne

But they don’t know the consequence For he doesn’t let it show

His children miss him dearly Those feathers which he dropped Heartbeat, heartbeats all over Heartbroken he is naught

A brick atop a ceiling

A drop outside a glass

We know outside he means something But when is his entrance?

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August 3, 2019

The day we saw him last Though far across the water His freedom was still cast

Myself upon a couch

My Brother sprawled on chair

My Mother’s words reached high-pitched points Now finally aware

I imagined it with handcuffs Peaceful from respect

A man who fought for his people Not needing to object

And then I saw the truth An act of tyranny

A look into the harsh abuse

 Now everyone would see ...

His laugh came with an accent

His heritage so clear

We loved the way he said his words The way he wore his hair

We poked fun at him often For things a father has

His funny, big round tummy His passion for bad dance

He gave the greatest hugs

A man with a big heart

That beat for everyone he knew — I’ve known him less apart

I hope once more I’ll see him

That his wings land him home

His crown thorns grow unbearable His window dew drops foam