We are all looking for the same thing,
Be it muslims, christians or hindus,
A safe harbor of which we can call home,
Where we disembark peacefully with the other passengers on this mysterious voyage,
That we have suddenly found ourselves upon.
Like the Africans who were enslaved and put on ships, not too long ago,
With no reason or explanation for their intended destination,
And who had to count the days, based on the rise and fall of the moon,
And suffer the indignities of a free soul being chained to an ore,
So are we, suffering today, from being chained to a life, that we don’t understand,
From whence we come from, and to where we are going,
On this rocky boat, that we all call life.
Let us pray, and calm our thoughts,
And say to ourselves, no matter what, as long as the moon keeps on rising,
Our hope will rise with it,
And we will turn to our fellow traveler, chained just like ourselves,
And who is still struggling with understanding, what is not in his capacity to do so,
And assure him, and her, that we are all in this together, and therefore, we must get along,
And sing songs, and laugh, and love, and let the light of the moon bask us in all its glory,
Because what we all know for sure,
You and I, and all,
When all our knowledge is combined together,
Will still cannot explain the whole story,
Of whence we come from,
And where we are headed.
Oh friends, brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, sons and daughters, uncles, aunts, neighbors,
Stop fighting this journey,
And lay down your guards,
We are all destined together, to arrive home,
One way or another.