Foreigner

I, the perpetual foreigner
 resident in amassed empire
 a culture reigns
 that business reins
 and misery rains
 global, all in denial.
 

 A handsome lotus in a dirty pond,
 oblivious of chlorotic associates
 confines its imagination to 
 colours only vivid, 
 cohabiters on surface,
 friendships fostered with not all.
 

 A lone frog on a float 
 waits about, without love
 would world-impress amphibious; 
 rushes to utter a loud croak
 but holds back at half amplitude
 sorrowful in unhomely surrounds. 
 

 A perpetual foreigner
 debtor in polarised empire
 a culture reigns,
 that’s normative, reins
 where sorrow rains,
 on men most misfortunate.