Strange Foreign Land By David Wilding (24th March, 2009)
My head is imploding
This Strange Foreign Land is capitally so
And beyond me.
How do they get by?
To survive, to live, to get by?
Is beyond me
And here I am - this 'compound'
Is that special language?
A code-word for paid-prison?
Leave granted on paper with details and signatures
Which are unattainable
Except by waits and queues
It drags a guy down
Headache, neck ache, brain ache
But never further do they take me
Is my body an iron castle?
Will it never give in?
How do I take it?
This pain
Hell burneth me like Chinese torture
of the soul
Forever to damnation
With or without
Money rules my life
And has power over my brain
My destiny needs it
But my strength abhors it
'And the winner is ...?'
No Oscar this time
Golden Globe for resilience
Wooden Spoon for bank balance
What is it to be?
The game has changed but rules the same
Same headache, new desk
Same challenge, new faces
But the door is still of wood
And opens and closes like all
Should I grasp the handle again?
And pass through to yet ANOTHER
Is the grass still greener?
Or is it the light of hope?
Are they all mirages?
Irony here - the 'desert'
What will fate finally serve to me?
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