The Green hills home:
The day is announced to be stormy. The rain, the cold wind, is on a tour again. The beautiful sunrise that I spotted through my large window at 6 am, already rolled away its golden painted linen two hours later, handing over quietly, the sky to a large dark cloud that rushes in and cover it, as it was waiting for so long. All day long, a moody weather can’t decide which face to make before us: Mother Nature is torn with pain and anger over the slain of little angel Sandra Cantu. I can’t get over it either. It is too absurd to admit. For almost 10 days, we’ve prayed and prayed for Sandra’s return. Grass and stones have been turned up and down; Tracy has been rummaged through all over, but little Sandra is no where to be found. Unfortunately, this time, it seems that “Power” has chosen the camp of Evil. It’s hard to get over it.
What is appalling is that this tragedy happened after series of gun related murderer of many honest people across the States. As it is usual in those circumstances, the statistics came out to remind us that on this land of prosperity, and in time of peace, at least 1000 Americans die every year with gun related incident. This means that if it were in Togo, a country of 34.7967 mi.and 5 millions human beings, the equivalent of my entire village would have to be rubbed out of the map every year. Where is the threat then? Not in the mountains of Tora bora, I guess, since we are exterminating each other so perfectly already here!
So my question is where is this ugliness from, and what is it doing right here in the heart of a Land that is praised to be Heaven on earth?
I need to keep the belief that “Goodness is stronger than evil, Love stronger than hate”. Is someone listening, and ready to answer my pleading?
Almost four years ago, I set foot on the most prosperous land, seeking safety and peace. I’ve been welcome and embraced wherever I went. A stranger gave me a coversheet and a shelter. I was thirsty of belonging, and my thirst was quenched with abundant wells of love from people who had no clue of the stranger I was. I got friends and family to lean on, and I said to myself “Oh it is good to be here!” But today as Tracy, and we all are mourning little angel Sandra Cantu, I’ve ever felt so strongly about a heaven that I might not have anymore. And I keep thinking of my green hills sweet home, where little Sandra wouldn’t have the chance to get ice cream when she wanted, but could jump, dance and sing freely with her peers, and fearlessly wander far away from home, but still return safe before sunset, to help Dada cook dinner in her smoky kitchen .
The day is at end. The rainbow is waiting in a showery sky, to take little Angel Sandra Cantu back home. I need to pull myself together, to sing the song Sandra needs for her splendid ride home:
On the top of the green hills home
There are no skyscrapers
Just rainbow riders
On the top of the green hills home
There are no street lights
Just twinkle stars in sight
And no plane in the sky
But the dream of little Sandra will fly high
On the top of the green hills home
The grass is wild and green
Little Sandra can play like a queen
Without leaving us with no goodbye
In sorrow and powerless “why”
On the top of the green hills home
Monster spurred on by madness
Everywhere else ready to spread sadness
Is nowhere to steal little splendid Sandra
While Angels are nowhere to say hola basta!
In a leafless tree in Tracy,
A disconsolate mourning dove is voiceless and thirsty.
But on the top of the green hills home
The grasshopper is singing
So jump, jump, little Sandra jump all over
There is no more killer in cover
Dance, dance, little Sandra dance your tango
Butterflies join your circle across the meadow
Your heart is larger than a suitcase
Your smile brighter than a life in cage
Your slayer is now on run
Up at him our nose is turned
“No mercy” is his end
So jump, sing, and dance
Free little Sandra, dance!
A rainbow is here to give you a ride
To the top of the green hills home.
The day is announced to be stormy. The rain, the cold wind, is on a tour again. The beautiful sunrise that I spotted through my large window at 6 am, already rolled away its golden painted linen two hours later, handing over quietly, the sky to a large dark cloud that rushes in and cover it, as it was waiting for so long. All day long, a moody weather can’t decide which face to make before us: Mother Nature is torn with pain and anger over the slain of little angel Sandra Cantu. I can’t get over it either. It is too absurd to admit. For almost 10 days, we’ve prayed and prayed for Sandra’s return. Grass and stones have been turned up and down; Tracy has been rummaged through all over, but little Sandra is no where to be found. Unfortunately, this time, it seems that “Power” has chosen the camp of Evil. It’s hard to get over it.
What is appalling is that this tragedy happened after series of gun related murderer of many honest people across the States. As it is usual in those circumstances, the statistics came out to remind us that on this land of prosperity, and in time of peace, at least 1000 Americans die every year with gun related incident. This means that if it were in Togo, a country of 34.7967 mi.and 5 millions human beings, the equivalent of my entire village would have to be rubbed out of the map every year. Where is the threat then? Not in the mountains of Tora bora, I guess, since we are exterminating each other so perfectly already here!
So my question is where is this ugliness from, and what is it doing right here in the heart of a Land that is praised to be Heaven on earth?
I need to keep the belief that “Goodness is stronger than evil, Love stronger than hate”. Is someone listening, and ready to answer my pleading?
Almost four years ago, I set foot on the most prosperous land, seeking safety and peace. I’ve been welcome and embraced wherever I went. A stranger gave me a coversheet and a shelter. I was thirsty of belonging, and my thirst was quenched with abundant wells of love from people who had no clue of the stranger I was. I got friends and family to lean on, and I said to myself “Oh it is good to be here!” But today as Tracy, and we all are mourning little angel Sandra Cantu, I’ve ever felt so strongly about a heaven that I might not have anymore. And I keep thinking of my green hills sweet home, where little Sandra wouldn’t have the chance to get ice cream when she wanted, but could jump, dance and sing freely with her peers, and fearlessly wander far away from home, but still return safe before sunset, to help Dada cook dinner in her smoky kitchen .
The day is at end. The rainbow is waiting in a showery sky, to take little Angel Sandra Cantu back home. I need to pull myself together, to sing the song Sandra needs for her splendid ride home:
On the top of the green hills home
There are no skyscrapers
Just rainbow riders
On the top of the green hills home
There are no street lights
Just twinkle stars in sight
And no plane in the sky
But the dream of little Sandra will fly high
On the top of the green hills home
The grass is wild and green
Little Sandra can play like a queen
Without leaving us with no goodbye
In sorrow and powerless “why”
On the top of the green hills home
Monster spurred on by madness
Everywhere else ready to spread sadness
Is nowhere to steal little splendid Sandra
While Angels are nowhere to say hola basta!
In a leafless tree in Tracy,
A disconsolate mourning dove is voiceless and thirsty.
But on the top of the green hills home
The grasshopper is singing
So jump, jump, little Sandra jump all over
There is no more killer in cover
Dance, dance, little Sandra dance your tango
Butterflies join your circle across the meadow
Your heart is larger than a suitcase
Your smile brighter than a life in cage
Your slayer is now on run
Up at him our nose is turned
“No mercy” is his end
So jump, sing, and dance
Free little Sandra, dance!
A rainbow is here to give you a ride
To the top of the green hills home.
