Fall away from the ground, from the land you have known all of your days. A new world haze, as the tears fall & land in this foreign place, far from home. Far from all that you've loved & have ever known. Dispossessed calling. This culture is burning. They don't want you to think now; they don't want you to breath now. They don't want you speaking your tongue. They don't want you to live now. They want to keep your culture down. Fall away. Fall alone, far away from the coasts that you have known.
Where you've grown.
Far way from that language that you spoke as a son to the ones left behind.
A culture burns.
