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.