Barefoot


Nobody wants to walk barefoot, but we must do.
We don't have shelter, the shelter is our sky.
The courage keeps us going,
our sword is the prosperity,
we breathe the dust in our lungs,
the air escapes from us.
We don't belong anywhere;
we don't have a car, a t.v, or house,
we have our voices to sing loud.
We have our eyes to observe the polar lights,
We have each other to survive.
The earth speaks to us.

Our hands are so skinny,
our most expensive jewelry
is the scars caused by the sun.
Nobody wants to walk barefoot, but we must do.
They call us immigrants, they call us poor.
How can we be immigrants
if the earth has no owners?
How can we be poor
if our hearts are so rich?
Nobody wants to walk barefoot, but we must do.

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