Flankers Redemption Fails All
Freedom with no responsibility is taken for granted
Legislated out of the society, Flankers left on the margins to pine
Ambition liberated with some, but others were too stunted
Native children in nothing native schooled, a long line
Kicking and squealing into zones of penury thrown
Excluded from the patrimony of father's blood and mother's tears
Restitution sought, but none given, except the costumed clown
Seducing them to slavery by pittance of wage, and weight of cares
Ridiculous that he did not see, he could not understand
Emerging from canefields before glass plated doors, bare
Dreamers, inhabitants of this Flankers, driven from dried to sand
Excised to hard rocks and viciouus knocks, nothing to share
Mentally figuring their place in the universe, and the scheme
Paraded before them for hope, and then the piling lof uprooted others
Tumulting disgust upon disgust with the withering dream
Immigration was only for the few with fare to swim troubled waters
Onset of demand for drugs and sex for consumer tourists and new orders
Nation and community with no immunity for these porous borders
Felt no moral sense of right or wrong when survival was so strong. Boys
Alternating between death and regret they chose both. Limited choice
Inspires limited action: they did not make nor imported the killing toys
Laws that deny them justice cannot keep out the weapons? They rejoice
So to die, heroes too of pain. So too Europe warlords became dons and kings
Anathema these walk, then and why? The violent smile outside the rings
Let us from within build our redemption still, for we are better mettled than all
Let us stand for self, if Bentham and them is right, we shall reverse the fall.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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