The Consideration

We are the children of the rim Where white gulls over blue Atlantic sing Interruptions that memories skim Across the face of altered maps for wing One feather to lift us again, high Empire in shambles in the callous flow Of sands. We demand without lie A stake in this economy that you grow On our backs shackled and coffleless Marginalized 'fore a muted witness It is time for restitution It is time for moral ablution And we, children of the rim This is our international hymn. So we come to this table Fully disagreable With the with status quo and flow Of global garbling and slow Melt down of our life Across the spiring babel of all strife. We are the children of the rim It is your turn to meet us now Against your propspects and dim Sunset that cannot know This consideration colonizes our negotiation And is your last hope to learn redemption.