From Behind the Orange Curtain

To the forefront of the dream unveiled

I come from behind the orange curtain

To the forefront of the dream unveiled

All the dreams of stories I grew up learning

Were of slave ships already sailed

To wasted lands as barren as the captains were certain

That no greater good could derive from sharing

Because compassion wasn't in fashion

Made sport of giraffe necks' throat slashing

But the tears buried i…