No tide is taller than our dream
To settle well in this White Man’s Land
Unless banished by the British regime
To the forsaken African quicksand!

We wish to be in a civilized world
No more in the third world’s misery
With a future meanly manufactured
Not a life lingering at periphery!

Denying truth defying death
Deifying a dream that doesn’t exist
Beyond an elusive shibboleth
“There’s still some hope in despair’s midst”!

Wasn’t home better than this affair
How that compares to this enigma
What becomes of us does anyone care
With Love They Shove Us To Rwanda!

© 2023 Vikas Chandra