We were come-heres. You were bred-heres.
When one window opens, a door closes.
You welcomed us warmly down the bridges
Of your long, distinguished noses.
We paid homage to your names:
The cost of our admission.
You were the gatekeepers, the tax-collectors,
Grotesques capriciously granting permission.
We were your serfdom,
Every kingdom needs slaves and knaves
Just as well as kings.
We bowed to your thrones of DNA.
We struck out on our own
To the land of opportunity,
With other runaway slaves-
An escapee community.
I think of you, now and again,
Perched on your antique thrones.
I wonder if we all made it out alive.
I wonder if you worship yourselves alone.