In Peril of Life and Limb

In peril of life and limb while salt sea Flamed with white wrath of sun, we fled hist'ry's fault Leaving depleted islands to cry. We, Mirage of colonial dream, our vault Rifted of resources followed like fools The pied piper of our stolen wealth, are Now come face to face with minotaur rules Building kingdom again without a star. And what shall these picket fences keep out Shall they klansmen councils of fire deflame Or expunge the ancient and nagging doubt Whether our manhood has value the same? I who have traveled the same sea now twice Shall not retreat nor die by being nice.