We started making trips to our homeland,
The effort to eradicate confusion was afoot,
After stealing many things from many,
We tried to fill holes with what was gained.
So after many planes and pains,
We got ready to board that one last train,
Its length stretching till the eyes could see,
To carry rich and poor of the human sea.
Poverty was all around,
No one was rich, all were thieves,
Barely clad, disheveled,
Some showed it, others concealed.
We were insulated, like in a womb,
Protected from the toxic waste,
As the mother showed us the way,
To the best class, different, clean and bright as day.
We unpacked, the kids were excited,
Jumping from one berth to the other,
Oblivious what was happening around,
Forces, intangible, without a sound.
A sumptuous meal, mixed with the train's caress,
The starry night, blocked by the thick pane,
In which reflected the faces, you could see and not,
Our eyes shut, the minds dreamt.
On stealing, how does one define it?
Knowingly snatching something valuable,
For ones gain, and the others’ loss and grief,
No ones’s exempt and all's vulnerable.
My memory was stolen, I could not recall,
My home, my love, my people,
All I knew was Earth, with its one Sun,
A family I adored, and a remote homeland.
Children, with no idea what it was,
To hold hands, trembling,
See smiles through wrinkled lips,
Pure and clear care through hazy looks.
A family, part of an ocean, yet floating away,
Detached, deliberately; adrift, gleefully,
Seeking the Eldorado, dismissing the ocean,
The shine beckoned, the family succumbed.
And so thieves thrived,
Clad in suits, running after wealth,
In a remote island, forever near joy,
In abodes equipped with anti-theft toys.
To be continued...
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