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Alienation
A small boy travels to a distant land,
knows not his custom, language and hand.
Knows not his value, faith, and face,
knows not his virtue, love, and place.
He's alien in this nation of rules and laws.
By virtue, a rebel without a cause.
Trapped in his place of walls without walls,
an alien by nature when his nature calls.
He seeks out others of similar fate,
he seeks them out before it's too late.
They convince him that their cause is just.
They convince him they alone he must trust.
In a nation without station a plan is hatched,
in an intricate pattern the flax is thatched.
One life for the cause with heaven at stake.
He is now in a trance and will not awake.
He's knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's Gate.
Please, please stop him before it's too late!
Should have never reached this state:
ostracized, separated, alienated and berate.
When will we learn to confront our fears,
the alien in our nature that causes tears?
Copyright 2006 © Ronald W. Hull
8/12/06
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Excellent poem, Ron. Certainly, although sadly, more topical today than when you wrote 10 years ago.
Michael D.
Hmmm...interesting writ. So many immigrants that I know do cling to one another when they embark on the journey called America - I don't know if we do the same landing in their territories - I think not.
Enjoyed this~
Thank you, ~Donna.
Regis
Thanks for sharing!!
Love Tinka
Thoughtful work, Ron, as always.
Susan
I concur with Eileen below completely
It is the Mentality that is lacking in them...:)
Too much Inter Breeding
Peter
Powerful thoughts!
Richard Lloyd Cederberg