The search for life’s true meaning; where am I meant to be?
The lifelong quest for ‘culture’; that place where I am me.
We came from far across the sea; a hemisphere apart
and far off in ‘The Old Country’ we left our culture’s heart.
So now we search for meaning; our binding to this place
but never really knowing the truth that is our race.
And yet just by our coming here and taking all we saw
tore us from us our chance to be a part of it and more.
Though there may be generations since planting of that flag;
still we are not part of it – we’re held back by that rag.
That rag spoke domination; not part of what is here.
Instead we took possession; ruled with gun and fear.
But somehow we must find a way to blend in with this land
and find our real identity within life’s shifting sand.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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