WE ARE THE FRINGE PEOPLE

[Guest guest]

We are the fringe people,

The legions that are numbers

We are the dying and the dead

Not worth much to the living

To the process of civilizations

We are untold unspoken unknown individuality

Plurality censured, condescended and abstracted

In volitional violation of basic human rights,

We are the numbers of the dying

We are third world hunger and thirst, disease, ethnic

Cleansing and elimination by unnatural selection

We are first world ravages of death by declaration

Of proximity, of insurgence and riot and terror by hate,

We are living on the outskirts of polite society, we

Are silent, we are hidden away and never dealt with

In a fashion of compassion or warm-hearted spirit,

We are hidden in the recesses of the minds who choose

To relinquish those who are unlike unloved unneeded and

Unheeded renditions of what humanity looks like in

The contortions and stench of the dying, who belong to

The masses of no one special.

 

Legions.

 

 

YIL,

Ana

 

7/3/06