Stars

When stars throw down their spears

River lakes creeks formed by their tears 

They glow with pride sparkle and shine

Their voice has been denied 

Their stories once a bellow now a whisper

Fragile and frail as a glass whisker

Once stars were full of life

Then their smiles were cut by a knife

Stars could talk if we listened

Stars dreamed and told us while they glistened 

When the world became old stars became still

We preferenced TV and ignored our bills

Now stars fade

As other stuff is made

It's not too late

Stars are a bait to lands and stories of endless imagination 

One day we will become a part of their nation 

When the stars throw down their spears