ASYLUM IN CRYSTAL LAND A poem, by Tom Leonard

 

                                                   

                                                                                

                                                   ASYLUM IN CRYSTAL LAND

                                                                   Tom Leonard

The bronze ones came in their droves from Dixieland

As strife rent Asherah's Moon asunder,

But the Q-people hung the children in cages

In Crazy Horse Canyon,

For the Vampire Bats to devour,

And sent their parents back,

To starving stagnation.

And President Andrew Joe Johnson told the nation

“We already hire a half million migrant workers a year,

To toil on our spacious farmlands.

Only two dollars an hour!

In squalor, in tin huts, but who really cares?

Why send 50000 more?

Crystal Land first, that's what I say.

We value the golden immigrants from San Fran

And the ivory ones from Mandalay.'

“But bronze is beyond the pale,

Since they, by our standards, inevitably fail.'

“Let them grow up in Guantanamo Bay.”

A bronze lad called Zuma

Escaped by leaping from his cage

With an indigenous girl called Hill-Billy.

They painted their skin purple,

And became President and First Lady one day,