Immigration to Canada the land of milk and honey
Perpetual poverty exacerbated by violence
baked red necked existence in the sun
on your own soil if fortunate
always a step above landless peasantry even if technically a kulak
receiving the self contempt sentence of life
worse seeing your children condemned to the same
sweat soaked undershirts, cracked nails and donkey braying
in a miserable hovel
hunted by prig faced idiots from the capital
(ironically respected)
So the homeland spews the excess
into a buyer’s market
industrial prosperity
but to the newly arrived but to the fringes of milk and honey
washing machined flats
gold and red furniture
garish and covered in plastic
purchased after sweat shopped hours
Yet the homeland remembered fondly
which was a delusion that flicked them off like flies
Only their children may escape into a corrupted liberation
their parents mere historical anomalies culturally trapped in the values of the homeland at the time they arrived in Canada
like schizophrenic tourists
Robert K. Stephen
