Most people
Feel as if
They are entitled
To the world
I do not
I feel like a guest
Who has outstayed
His welcome,
Who was not welcome
In the first place
Like a stranger
In a strange land
Like an illegal alien
Forever afraid
Of the MIGRA
Like a human
Awake aware
In the matrix
Clandestine
Forever afraid
That the person next to him
Will incorporate
An agent
Who will either
Destroy me
Or
Incorporate me
Assimilate me
Like a human being
After judgment day
Alone
Clandestine
Without the support
Of the resistance
Helpless and vulnerable
To the terminators
Without the support
Of fellow humans
Afraid
Constantly
That a machine will come
And terminate me
Like a lone starship
From an alien species
Who has not joined the federation
At the mercy of the BORGS
Who
If they ever find me
Will assimilate me
Like a bomber pilot
Shot down
Having fallen
Without parachute
In
Every peasant an enemy
Willing to rat me out to the Gestapo
Who will put me in prison
And worst
Without hope of rescue
From the resistance
Like a fighter pilot
Shot down
In the jungles of
Over Charlie country
And VC is out to get me
And even the environment
The jungle
Is hostile
Like a cavalry soldier
Separated from his regiment
Lost in
And the redskins are out to get me
If they capture me
They’ll torture me
The sun is high
Scorching
And the water in my canteen is low
Like a tourist
In a foreign country
Don’t speak the language
Don’t know the ways
And people there
Hate foreigners
Which they know I am
Just by looking at me
Like an alien
On this earth
Where even
The atmosphere
The environment
Is hostile
And I have to wear
A pressurized suit
Bring my own
Food and drink
Just to survive
And people there
Are extremely xenophobe
If they get me…
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