From Below

There are people

within them

They long to

return their

silent sky

Ours is screaming

at them

They say: Rise! Up to

the heaven unknown

A better place awaits

them there

Breath that will

grace them

will end them

Slowly and quickly,

they will return to dust

It is better to

flee, I think

There is no home

for you here

It is a land that

welcomes no one

Foreign songs familiar

to this earth

Once again they

will be made alien

Whispers silenced there

show here as screams

Fly towards the shouts

from below

The dead will tell

stories to the birds

of other skies

What will their

birds tell us?