Will Fiala

Rookie (September 5, **** / Dayton, Ohio)

Aliens In A Foreigner’s Land - Poem by Will Fiala

Life of the generations consumed
Though we have struggled hard
Gave of ourselves, contribute ourselves
But what have we given to

Yes we’re aliens, aliens, we’re all aliens
Aliens in a foreigner’s land

Thought the same way our fathers before
Hopin’ to give themselves
Egos of dead been tollin’ that bell
Patronizin’ the great whore

Yes we’re aliens, aliens, we’re all aliens
Aliens in a foreigner’s land

Cry, moan to our own
Die in lone despair
Said and done, short and long
Thought that foreigner’d care

Remember the Native, Custer’s last stand
They won but they lost their war
Conquers go on as conquers will
Wieldin’ their bloody hand

Yes we’re aliens, aliens, we’re all aliens
Aliens in a foreigner’s land

Cry, moan to the bone
Tryin’ to stand so tall
Her bottom line’s her only care
Business as usual

When will we see what’s comin’ our way
When will we grab those reins
Di-rect the horse or it directs you
Back for another day

We’re all aliens, aliens, yes we’re aliens
Aliens in a foreigner’s land

Yes we’re aliens, always aliens, we’re all aliens
Aliens in a foreigner’s land

Aliens in a foreigner’s land
Yes we’re aliens in a foreigner’s land


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 5, 2012


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