The Port Of Misery Poem by Martin Greyford

All we needed was a repatriation,
From an alien world,
That's made us mere objects of subversion,
Of the wicked dominators of the modern world.

There we stood, bonded from one neck,
To another, with heavy iron chains,
Of the cruel acts, of the austere minds,
Minds that aimed at purging us,
Of our freedom of mind,
And vision of the soul.

There we were, on the Port Of Misery,
Verbalizing events that took place,
In wordless flashes of consciousness,
No presentiments prevailed in us,
Only the feeling of dear overwhelmed us.

All we yearned for was, an explosion.
A heart whose self determination, would outmode,
All the techniques of the wicked
And emancipation of our souls would be,
A dream come true.