I am a stone, stolen away.
And the empty promises keep raining down upon
my head.
Have yet, did they pay
the price for my pain, which stretches in miles
the wait makes me an animal
that starves. I beg and fight..
 feed me what is rightfully mine.

Give it back.
Give it back.
Give back how the sand flies the sky, yearning to mix with ocean mist
the music created from the palms of working hands
and how the dancing happens with shoe-less feet that have walked a thousand miles
how eyes awake to not clocks, but beaming sunshine
and even the gazelle runs with pride, he is free to roam.
I close my eyes and remember
I am a stone. Away from home.

Left in debt from pilfered culture.