those who escape their homelands where blood is bartered in oil
are smashed against a hostile coast
they drown in the indifference of those who dwell on solid soil
mere vagrants
their prospects as fragile as the lease hold of a bankrupt to a tyrant
not any man has their tragedy excoriated in his memory
he sleeps the sleep of the righteous the grounded man yet remains deluded in his dreams
he slumbers as those who envy his riches from some frightened land gasp for oxygen then perish freighted with grief
enigmas they vanish on arrival
robbed of life the citadel is unassailable
Flynnpoetry 