Mask The Clouds Poem by Antonio Liao

thousand of years past, the wind floats
every design await the beautiful surface
of the wind, making the blue sky turn to
gray, a great switch of flow its direction
to kiss the sun to go down underneath
the beautiful sand in the shore

oh! how many doubts could ease the pain,
for all have come naked in the face of
each birth, and why other like to persecute
of the innocent, when the origin of the man,
mark the navel of every womb of a woman

let everyone stand for all of us, who have
just come in a foreign land, thou shall not
be like stranger in a new land we’ve found,
make the best out of what everyone taste
the sweet honey and milk in every mother
breast

leave what makes far from me, I the voice
of the Lord command, be free and listen to
the breathe of the sea ……

“a poem dedicated to the new immigration Law
of America”