The New Slaves

He came on the brink of the ******* ascent to the White House; A slave of an unusual sort. He peered, From the tiny window in the quarter, At the snow Smothering life, And felt his predecessors’ woe. Many, like Stella, Came to find a groove But purchased with perjury Men with desires to excel; To escape the clutch of privation And scorn. Ambitious to become house-wives With uneducated spouses And the need for the goodlife. The unscrupulous requests grow intolerable And recentments fester and prosper, While the innocent observe And absorb this lie. Words cut like razor And provoked the unthinkable; Children, like chains, And immigration shackles Derailed the contemplations Of living again.