Equality

On the island of equality,                                                  

I saw kings and queens,

Caring and cherishing everyone,

Like sons and daughters.

On the island of nature,

I heard the indignant squawk,

Of a rowdy robin bathing in a tree,

Full of sweet, scarlet fruit.

On the island of hearts,

I witnessed a fragmented soul,

Crying tears of blood,

Trickling slowly on to the ground.

On the island of books,

I heard the overwhelming sounds,

Of words trying to be heard,

over all the mutters living inside my head.

On the island of the living,

I saw regular people shopping,

Dancing, singing, playing,

But they weren’t like me; they were alive.

Equality

On the island of equality,                                                  

I saw kings and queens,

Caring and cherishing everyone,

Like sons and daughters.

On the island of nature,

I heard the indignant squawk,

Of a rowdy robin bathing in a tree,

Full of sweet, scarlet fruit.

On the island of hearts,

I witnessed a fragmented soul,

Crying tears of blood,

Trickling slowly on to the ground.

On the island of books,

I heard the overwhelming sounds,

Of words trying to be heard,

over all the mutters living inside my head.

On the island of the living,

I saw regular people shopping,

Dancing, singing, playing,

But they weren’t like me; they were alive.