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Disasters, Delights and Other Detours - 48. Asylum Seeker's Elegy
He crossed a valley hot and wide
and staggered underneath the sun
along those paths that northward run
ignoring pain etched in his side,
for he, escaping knife and gun
had made his way by jungle trail
through tropic rain and stinging hail
o’er mountains steep and deserts dun.
Yet ever towards Polaris, pale,
he steered his gaunt and stumbling frame
until to traveled roads he came
unmindful of the risk of jail.
The passing cars knew not his name,
nor understood his raging thirst
but just the same, his form they cursed
with halting steps and ankles lame.
And just as he was past the worst,
another step he could not bear,
so he collapsed with open stare,
his fortunes suddenly reversed.
Yet not alone in headlights’ glare,
for priest and lawyer passed that way,
not stopping to his hurts allay,
but leaving him to perish there.
A tatted trucker, bearded grey,
pulled over to the shoulder’s dust
and o’er the fallen stranger fussed;
to hospital they drove away.
As nurse and teamster both discussed
those therapies each thought the best,
another the police addressed
to send him back, as some think just.
Soon as the moon set down the west
by flashing light did they arrive
arresting him, just half alive,
with not a chance to heal or rest.
Not only him did they deprive
of happiness and its pursuit,
but trucker and his rig to boot,
and to detention did they drive.
Attorneys canny and astute
then laid upon them charges grave
from which there were none who could save,
or constitutionally dispute.
They jailed the trucker, made him cave
to unjust pleas coerced in haste
with wasted years in prison faced,
for all the care and help he gave
was not by Washington embraced
but met with judgement harsh and cruel
for violation of the rule
that all compassion is misplaced.
Add to the flames of woe more fuel,
for he who hoped in peace to bide
neglected in his cell soon died,
by rank injustice played the fool.
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