Most aware living creatures do not foul their
nests. What makes a home so turgid with waste
its inhabitants can no longer find comfort there?
Should homelands be disposable and left in search
of a replacement? The human animal has been a
migratory species since time and existence began.
Humanity settles itself scooping together a target
group to become a family, a clan, a tribe, a nation.
And among them jostling for first place of command
and control, a never-ending struggle seldom with a
view of altruistic concern for the welfare of the all.
The congestion of greed and entitlement has no
space for the public weal. Reasonableness absent
order and security are lapsed dreams compelling
the weak and the vulnerable to flee into the unknown
sensing there where civilization dwells life awaits.
Desperation shuns the rumours of Death sharpening
its scythe in delirious expectation of another crop.
Instead consultation and payment of land and sea
passags ushers new threats and fears into the minds
of the migrants for there is no return to the escape
from hell, just another transitory and possibly final
hell awaiting their frenetic search for elusive haven.
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