On Sojourn

Penmanship of the pedantic, 

Shed ink over semantics.

I’ve sailed the Atlantic, 

Am I to be marginalized, treated infantic.

Trivialized in subversive antics, 

for the detriment of society, 

and people beleaguered and frantic?

I can’t think of a more preposterous notion, 

than mainline Nationalism, but sideline the potion,

Dividing whole peoples, left out from the quotient 

to fracture our nation into factions, we conqueror of oceans

A past infatuated with factoring humans into fractions 

This latch key made it, on sojourn to emotion, 

so when you flick your pen, 

mean more than mere motion. 

Esther Khalid