The Grass

In vast sea open space I move side by
side forming green waves all over the
plane.

I heard the stomp of the bison,
and the trail of the horse
and the trail of the white man
in the sea of grass.

After the commotion, after the noise
a soft whisper by the sound of the grass.
In the infinite planes rolling in the
ground the sound of moving grass.

In the empty planes only
the sound of storms of the moving
grass.

Sounds only could hear the moving grass.
Solitary grass just move by the capricious
wind forming waves of moving grass.

The Slaves

Chain my soul by passions our passion,
You deny my soul, because where I born.
But I am free like the master who chained my soul.
And my master is slave, because he held my speech
to said my soul.

You took away my freedom in the war.
You took my freedom in my home.
You took my freedom from my God.
You took my freedom, because I just born.
You took my freedom because I born with
privileges, so you made slave.

But my heart asked for the light of my soul,
despite of the beating, despite of the chuckles,
despite of the pain I born to be free
because my soul knew my name, the name of the
slave, because I born in the freedom word:

I was human, I am human, I would be human,
because my soul just born to be free, despite where
I come from.