D.V.
The revised version of Atlantic System
A chalky light that surely for few to beam
A beam of one nation of high rank
Brightening the same awful landmark
A light that never beams in the dark
Leading us to the amiss track.
Duped with the adversity visa
Of crooked chance to labor in America,
Many are still leaving Home and Nation
Being favored with the allocation
Who says it makes difference now and then
Since history stamps itself once again.
To unlock and open wide gates of others
Knowing not, they’re bought for free in stock
Soon or later, to be wrapped in white frock
Many are still leaving Home and Nation
Being favored with the allocation.
For the mystery to give you a clue
My instinct says unto you
Forefathers worked for putrid peas and beans
And now our assets do it for base dollars;
With daft dream of an earthly paradise
Left home; locking their own doors.”
“Hear ye! Hear ye! Think twice!
Think about the Lost Race!
Because I do know it will suffice
Just think about the Lost Race!
Brook B. Tesfatsion 1997
