We can not speak to outsiders alone
As if we have not our own home
We pride in , that groomed us
From ignorance's thumpsucking.
From your tight confines
Rose the lights that bloom
Beyond the moon, to eye the stars.
Now all are ready to embrace you;
To feel the breasts, we sucked from,
That rinsed the dirties from our brains' underwears.
We shall within this new millennium,
Come home, show you what we reaped
Not hidden talents within grottos
But fruits of knowledge you mothered
The tenfold talents we yielded.
We can rise to foot the moon
Or telescope the sun and the stars,
But we shall forever bow down to you-
Acknowledging
Shall you envision again
Those whose harness you hold,
Let them shine into icons
Shining like the meteorites of December nights.