By Nancy Mungcal
There was dust
Beneath their feet.
The heat was
Oppressive
Whether you were standing
Still
Or
Marching on.
A pebble lodged.
The sun illuminated
Everything.
You held your fears
Close to you.
There were myopic men
With guns
And rules.
No country,
No flag,
Just citizens of
Each other.
Tears were collected
To save for a
Drought.
The different shapes of our
Eyes still saw the
Same things.
History and
Brokenness
Had built enough walls
No good ever came
From any of it.
Love saw through
The lens of what was shared.
Hate saw through
The lens of what was divided.
There was dust beneath their feet
And fire in their hearts.
