Under Saharan Skies

Choked.
Clouded.
A dust settles
Before it descends, it flies
From Africa to America
A much safer journey than some
So much is obscured
Even the Sun.

Shared particles.
Shared destinies.
Did you hear about the invasion of locusts
In Pakistan?
China is sending in 10,000 hungry ducks
To eat the invading army.

There’s a stench here.
A foul smell, made by man.
Made in America
In the province of Hate
You’re an alien
With reason intact
And the good sense
To run.

A low sky hangs.
A haze permeates.
You sneeze, you cough…allergens fill the air
The air we share
Here there are no divisions
Between states, between city and country
Between heathens and the forever pious
This red cloud is for all
And for all, a new way.