from America!
from other countries, they shuffle here
to unload their genes into a pool of time.
stir it well and deep/mix with metaphors/
create a new mutant who walks backwards/
knows nothing of its history/and less of its creation
yet who stumbles blindly towards all strangers
as if they were competitors.
"MINE!"--it will repeat endlessly, robotically, as it is all taken away--
home, health, history--even the very tongue they imported.
it was not the right one.
now they will have to relearn everything.
Young voices
Green grasses
rising in life
Visions and eyes
Watching this one world
With tongues to speak
Eyes to see
ears to hear
and fingers to email-
Young visionaries
with webpages and venues
leading the way
into a future
as yet unnamed.
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