Your foundation is no different than that of your neighbors,

    ground firmly into the cool of the Earth with no concern

    for those who dwell above you.

Your walls beg to tell a different story, desperate for language

The lights of the city shine brighter than any star.

a cool breeze cuts through the humid night air.

the sidewalk is cracked by too many steps in everyone’s one-thousand-mile journey.

Born a peasant

always a peasant

work, work, work

never stopping

bound to the land

living from it

I sleep thinking,

why me?

I want to leave

I want to die

but what will happen to my family?

Republican

Yes! Bless The New U.S...

Making America Great Again

With only the best.

I must confess this victory came a little shocking.

I wasn’t expecting Trump to win,

The way the media was talking.