HAVING been thrown in fine grain land,
I found a way to make a stand.
Mocking misdeeds to turn them right,
exposing evil starts a fight.
For home is not a place I’d hope,
to feel the deepest sense of mope.
I’m missing all those home-grown stars,
I pray that they are not on bars.
Expounding knowledge, pass it on,
for wits can topple brainless brawn.
We live in a congenial earth,
as we wait for a new world’s birth.
So soon I leave it all away,
to see again my love some day.
Another tear it lay upon,
Dapitan’s shore, stay strong, hang-on.
