Air In Another Country Poem by George Samuel

No air by air,
We dove with a part to spare,
And when so high,
Like a hanging tie,
All hopes across our throat.

Below like creeping goats,
Our in-laws who played farewell,
Demand from us an instant oil well,
Because by now we played the judge,
For blows below were hard to dodge.

But to the sky we ascend,
That upon us heaven may attend,
As we met brothers who were white,
That their dollar we may share,
And wished they treat us right.

So that we may eat and spare,
For friends who have never been on air,
The love we've received abroad,
Was more than a loaf of bread,
And the butter they never use to spread.