An Unbirth 

In our sleep the powers to be  

chose for us not to be.

In our sleep we wandered,

tossed between those who conquered,

and those who squandered.

Awake, we looked back,

in horror and in shame,

only to be haunted by history

and geography, untamed.

We still look for that light 

whose wake has long passed 

and still seek that call

when asked but we cannot fall

even as we march on one leg

to the stray side of Pelest.