Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table

My boy lies here, six feet under in land that fate from me did plunder It was my time not his, down in the dirt; How will I live now, with all this hurt? Valorous he fell fighting for a cause. They say he never held back, never did pause. …

Man’s avarice will ultimately lead to mother Earth dying. But, could there be hope?   Six feet under the ground, it started its journey homeward bound. It cleaved a path in the damp dirt, in its voyage to the surface of the Earth. It said to its mother, “I know …

Why is it that you cannot see, I am what God made me to be? The colors of my skin, its dusky tinge; are all what God gave me! You look at me, you see my dark skin tone; you see dusk settling on bronze. You forget that behind that …