Orange sky

I stare into the orange sky

And feel the dirt below my feet

To know where I stand

Changes what I know, who I am

Someone there too, I wonder,

A brother wailing a silent cry

And no one there too, I think

Listens to complaints shot at the sky

In absurd oddities, see how privileges distribute

We are here and yet no one knows

If we both stare into the same orange

Why some be friends, some be foes?