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If civilisation began when nomads

Stopped to become settlers with time

Time has made nomads of settlers again

Selling wants where to be without them

Was the way of the virtuous and wise

One nation's dream of materialist heaven

Became global enough to turn restless

Minds at peace with little in return

For a place at the lotus feet after death

If travel agents of a kind promise paradise

In the hereafter traffickers show perilous

Ways to the everafter across the seas

When caught immigrants without papers

Are sent back in chains like criminals

With no protests from the homeland

They were lured from and hoped not to see

Till they were old enough to long for home.