The boarders of their country stretch far and wide...

Theirs is a far country
of deluge and drought
where rainbows of insight
are darkened by doubt
beyond truth they travel
their passport is pain
a smug civil servant
will stamp it INSANE

What of the birthright
the innocent hold
in chaos, confusion
their lives are controlled
no entrance or exit
is granted to these
shouts of indifference
greet unspoken please

Avert the eye
don’t question why
their Deity can dare
countenance despair

Yet genius grows
in this realm of the mind
frontiers extended
encompass mankind
and some simply stumble
on this tragic trail
while society relentlessly
crushes the frail

Can we believe
some strange Master Scheme
bestows through their torment
a tangible dream...