It began with thundering
................marching
.................................raindrops
Like a thundering herd of
................buffalo stampeding
.................................over prairie land
Hidden faceless immigrants
.................toiling late into the night
.................................drenched in debt and sweat
Rows of manikins
..................with revolving hands
..................................spewing out endless things
Rows of benches
..................lined with fear
..................................protests hidden in folded sleeves
Language barriers
...................frozen passports
..................................wages withheld
working in
....................the Land of the Free
..................................the “garbage” of global economy
No Justice Here
- March 5,2008
Published online by Sentinel Literary Quarterly, Vol.2 No.2, January 2009
The bane of a free but coercive economy is that so many 'have-nots' are wounded for the sins of the 'haves.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Recommended to also read in the context of this mind-engaging poet my piece 'God's Final Words are always in the Making, Once Your Acts have Spoken...'