A.E. Rivenbark Poet Rhyme

Immigrant Song

We came to this glacial paradise
Frigid and arid, the weather's nice
Much like our Motherland
And so we made it ours box of sand
As it made us its slaves
We tamed each other in shallow graves
Free from starvation, 
No need for a proclamation

Chorus
We don't own the land, We don't own the sea
Don't need money, don't need greed
So take my hand, a family we'll be
On solid ground, we'll plant our seed

We came to this rock
Steadfast and strong as an ox
Free from the judgement
Or any negative sentiment
We'll feast under suspicion as we please
Breeding contempt and bringing disease
Like rabbits!
And we made this land, and we shackled mules
And its inhabitants we took as their fools

Chorus 

We were hauled to their farms
Steady suppers and whipping charms
How dare we suggest we're human
Rights are granted, but not to "vermin"
You're free to enjoy starvation, 
You'll have to beg us for a proclamation

Chorus 

We came to this deserted strand
Branded traitors to our clan
And labelled usurpers to the old tribes
When to their customs we don't subscribe
Watch in growing dismay
When a nation once united begins to fray

 Chorus 2X
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Food for thought.

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Poet Tacito July 16, 2014 at 12:46 PM Marvelous & incredibly stated lines & feelings.

John Pen July 16, 2014 at 12:49 AM I choose to believe that we are all world citizens

Regina Mcintosh July 15, 2014 at 11:54 PM Excellent writing. I enjoyed it and will continue to read more of your work. Happy writing and God bless you.

Justin Bordner July 15, 2014 at 11:47 PM This poem is morally, poetically, and intellectually challenging Riverbank. I perceive an interdependence between establishing familiy, starvation, and the nature of Rights. I'm fascinated by the (deliberate) hypocrisy and pragmatism expressed throughout the work. Thete seems to be two sources of conflict, sheer survival, and controlling the resources as this flow of immigration progresses. The first chorus has beautiful courage and liberty. This is fresh poetry. J.A.B.

Arthur Vaso July 15, 2014 at 10:00 PM Wow, this is superb, a classic, loved this one and all its meanings!