for those who borrowed lines from a poem there was shame and a skull tattooed on their foreheads for those who crossed a river barefoot there was laughter and a dry spot on a boulder a hug and a kiss on the cheek for those who accused their ancestors of producing sugar there were machetes waving in a sea of indifference for those who tucked their children in there were bees and butterflies tickling their noses for those who recorded sound in space there was a lesson in coming back they'll never forget