We are the dirt
Divine earth
We are the trampled upon
Sampled and drawn from the direction of the dawn

To build empires on which the sun was never supposed to set

We were never supposed to get

Only begotten

Sons and daughters forgotten 
by Heaven
We are the dirt
That covered the floors of hell

And protected the demon’s feet from the heat

Of their own sins

We are the dirt that they could not wash from their skins

We are the mud they rolled in

To wash and rinse
Left to dry
We are the dirt that still carries the blood stains they left behind
Benign brown earth
Our worth long under valued

Volcanic earth

From our core

Love and light like lava

Flow

We are the fertile soil where new life refuses to not grow

God refuses to not sow

Seeds in us

We are the dirt that will never turn to dust

We

Come to together

Coalesce

Convene in mounds

And rise

As mountains

Serene and stable

High tables prepared in the midst of enemies

Cups running over with energy

Plates cleared of enmity
Even though scorched by the slash and burn techniques

We are the dirt

The earth’s sweat

Sweet dew

And we will have our due

Long overdue

We the earth lay in waiting

Making preparations for the coming of the crop

We the dirt that form the blocks that build the citadel on hardest hill’s top