From Burrowed Troughs
They came to share...
Not invade another's space.
With a nothingness but faith,
They brought.
They were laughed at and disgraced.
Opportunity was all they sought.
Not to thumb their noses.
Or expose smirks set upon their faces.
Speaking in languages mocked and degraded.
In time they created their own separate rules.
Leaving behind those who treated them rude and cruel.
Now they are the ones with shoulders of frost.
Passing those who still laugh in sadness.
As they watch them line up in masses...
To eat slop they feed from burrowed troughs!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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