In embrace of the asylum seeker s straitened space - 1

I often write about my race I am obsessed
with having a racehorse but if I had it now
my horse wouldn`t have sufficient space
our racecourse is limited to the space of the dark
corner I became an owner of a few years ago

I can not trace my future race I brace up myself
with hope trying to keep a straight face I would
erase without a trace all my spaceless days that
are void of the vital creative space I strive to fill
my monotonous days with a racy way of life embracing
open spaces of my small corner trying to survive
in embrace of the asylum seeker`s straitened space

I don`t have rights but a right to a dire fright
a flight of hurdles in my sight I make another try
and get a usual smite of the Ultra-Rights I drive
them wild they find themselves classy they
class me with a crass ass in the mass

we see the world with different eyes politicians`
eyes have a disguise they`re programmed
to look very nice but they`re as cold as ice


November 2004