New Utrecht HS Project Peace

More poetry from our laureate Elie Mbys-Davidson

Let me fly so far from worldly troubles
And sprout from the earth to the sky
Free me from the earthquake’s rubble
And I’ll flee to days I’ll never know
 
Let there be light upon the wronged
And should night never reach its dawn
Then let us breathe the air from which we’ve always longed
For the angels of the sun will make no more

I, child of the pouring rain
Whose misery was born but lost in pain
Yet was found and tossed in vain
Am now to dwell in a land among the sane
 
I, Father of the mud that never dries
Am gifted with the power to mask dishonesty with lies
Now I’m locked in chains that are all but insincere
And I cringe and cower, paralyzed in fear
 
I, child of the rain that isn’t mine
Cry, when the somber skies let sorrow shine
So let my weep be heard in the darkest cry
And let my truth be found where the darkest lie