1
We children of the soil find solace in the sunrise,
From blue skies to green gardens
fresh air and violet pastures
I must be dreaming
For children are to be seen and not heard
But in our case children are not seen and unearthed
Snatched from the breast of mother nature,
Dispersed
Her Dandelion seedlings carried on the winds of progress and promised lands,
No pore left unexplored
Mothers milk is spoiled now and her precious things they horde
New lands, strange place
Black smog, white face
And I still no time catch my breath/Stop
Shhhhhhhh
Sleep and dream my child
Their sins will be forgiven,
Do not worry about such earthly things
And leave them to their sinning
2
But mother, we children of the soil find solace in the sunlight.
The atmosphere is different,
the air is thick with shards of glass and people seem indifferent
It’s like …
sometimes I wonder if my unwanted surrogate recognises the violence that echoes out when
naming me,
like the butchering of a foreign name
A botanical conflict if you will.
Never before have a seen trees bow so low
The aftermath of battle wafts down my windpipe
A silent killer.
Death trickles sap-like
And trauma’s fruits are bitter
do not disturb the dirt (x2)
Shhhhhhhh
Sleep and dream my child
Their sins will be forgiven,
Do not worry about such earthly things
And leave them to their sinning
3
But mother
We children of the soil find solace in this sunlight,
where queer things like to grow,
Black roses, pansies and Black fugitivity’s,
with roots that are deeper than you’d ever really know
Mother, did you know that plants emit frequencies?
It’s like an, an ultrasonic scream
If you listen closely
you can hear the dead marching.
Shhhhhhhh
Sleep and dream my child
Their sins will be forgiven,
Do not worry about such earthly things
And leave them to their sinning
4.
We children of the soil have found solace in the sunlight,
Though there’s much we must attend.
In distance lands with sacred hands the world begins to mend.
No longer left in darkness.
No chains around our thoughts
The air imbued with many things
And hearts all filled with hope.
– Cameron Aitcheson-Labarr
